[Kurt:]
Aw, you can't just leave...

[Ram:]
Not when you're dressed like that...

[Veronica:]
Dressed like what? this is what I always wear

[Kurt:]
Yeah and it's torture!

[Ram:]
How can you expect us to control ourselves when you look like that?

[Veronica:]
Dear diary
Here we are in the dark fifty yards from my car
I could climb that tree, I'd never get that far...
They're a hundred pounds heavier, they have my keys
I'm a rat in a trap, correction:
I'm the cheese

[Kurt:]
Hey there girl, ignore this fool
He tries to play cool while he's dribbling drool

[Ram:]
Just trying to say in our friendly way
That you've gotten hotter like every day

[Kurt:]
Ow!

[Ram:]
Hey there girl, avoid this punk
He's hungry for a hunk of the junk in your trunk

[Kurt:]
There is no lie, that dog won't try
When a tasty treat like you walks by, cause

[Ram