Mr. President, bow down, Lady Godiva's back in town
And I would make a bet the future of her heart
The future of her heart is chocolate

Don't shoot the messenger
Don't shoot the messenger

Used to wish I'd die on Father's Day, so you knew it was hard
Bury me by the T.G.I. Friday with every careful card
I keep losing and coming back, broken and beautiful
Say you can't be what you've lost
Well, I must be

Unconquerable soul
An unconquerable soul

Deep sleep, backlash
I heard my mama's daddy's daddy was white trash
And when it's said and done
The future of her heart
The future of her heart is for everyone

Don't shoot the messenger
Don't shoot the messenger

Whose shame is this anyway?
Tired of fire and glue
Maybe you're just some broken record
Maybe I'm just some underfunded zoo
I keep losing and coming back, broken and beautiful
Say you can't be what you've lost
Well, I must be

An unconquerable soul
An unconquerable soul

Am I a copy of a copy of a copy or a camera?
Am I a copy of a copy of a copy?
Copy, copy, copy, copy

Whose shame is this anyway?
It's yours and it's mine
Maybe we'll just feel it, feel it this time
I keep losing and coming back, broken and beautiful
Say you can't be what you've lost
Well, I must be

An unconquerable soul
An unconquerable soul

Mr. President, bow down, Lady Godiva's back in town
And I would make a bet the future of her heart is chocolate
Is chocolate
Is chocolate
Is chocolate