Verse 1
I’m so sorry, my dear, I must confess,
I’m not exactly built for tenderness.
I smoke too much and I drink my beer,
Romance ain’t really my strong career.
My manners vanish, my timing’s rough,
My stomach growls and that’s enough.
Let’s just say my charm’s been struck
By too much gas inside my truck.
Chorus
I fart your heart apart
Guess that’s my special art.
I fart your heart apart
Cupid aimed and I blew the dart.
Verse 2
I’m sorry our relationship ended this way,
I know my habits chased you away.
When friends came over, I’d clear the room,
Like some kind of awkward sonic boom.
And your poor parents — I tried my best (really)
But timing failed me, you can guess the rest.
Your mom bent down to tie her shoe…
Let’s just say — the pressure grew.
Chorus
I fart your heart apart
Guess that’s my special art.
I fart your heart apart
Cupid aimed and I blew the dart.
End Chorus
I fart your heart apart
I fart your heart apart
I fart your heart apart
From candlelight to gas attack,
Turned our romance into a smoky shack