(Abowd)

I met her down in Jersey
Five dirty warehouse miles we had walked
I told her that I loved her
She told me that the hotel door was locked
So then she shook me by the hand
And said “Call me when you're more than just big talk”

Told her my fair Irish skin
Well it just ain't akin
To your hot Israeli sun from up above
Gotta find me some shade
Or I might just melt away
Give this lowlife leprechaun a little love

A couple women later
Ran into her a half mile from the shore
I swear she stripped right down to nothing
I tucked away and stared down at the floor
I didn't hear no footsteps
Just a far off splash. You know how loud I swore

Said my fair Irish skin
Well it just ain't akin
To your hot Israeli sun from up above
Spray some SPF
I ain't got none left
Give this lowlife leprechaun a little love

I heard a few months later
She caught a plane to European lands
Made up my mind to follow
As soon as I could get myself the chance
She met me by her driveway
And I started going on and on about my plans
But she shut me up with those lips
She grabbed my hand and dragged me off to bed

Said my fair Irish skin
Well it just ain't akin
To your hot Israeli sun from up above
I've got ten thousand freckles saying
I ain't never been laid
Give this lowlife leprechaun a little love