I'll take the high road. I'll take the low road.
I'll take the mother load to get to you, babe.
I'll get up then I'll wake up the sun and I'll move where I'm forbidden to foray.
My objective for today is to somehow get to you and right away.
Maybe it's an impossible feat. We live in different worlds, hey.
But worlds collide. I shall not abide by rules that say you're too far out of league.
I'll take the high road. I'll take the low road.
I'll take the mother load to get to you, babe.
I'll take the high road. I'll take the low road.
I'll take the mother load to get to you, babe.
Listen while I tell you a story about a hunter and a lovely prey.
In his mind she's unblemished exemplar.
Perfection bonafide. Nymphet personifide.
She regarded him inconsequential.
An annoyance below her station.
He set his sights on her. Poems, he'd recite 'pon her.
In case you're not too sure, we are that metaphor.
I'll take the high road. I'll take the low road.
I'll take the mother load to get to you, babe.
I'll take the high road. I'll take the low road.
I'll take the mother load to get to you, babe.