歌词
Here comes a lady querent, a little warily
Her name is Avis Allen, what can her trouble be?
'Tis sure she is no beauty, 'tis true she lacks finesse
But every awkward hero needs his awkward princess
What is their relation? We are no longer sure.
Seems Forman’s now the patient and Avis is the cure.
Mistress Avis Allen, the love of Forman’s life.
How futile ‘tis to fall for another man’s wife.
Another consultation, will this one end in bed?
Or will Mistress Allen slap him ‘round the head?
Watch your lover Avis, watch her night and day.
If a woman has your heart you cannot let her stray.
Here comes Avis Allen, she must love Forman still
Why else would she have come here? Mayhap she's gravely ill.