Dinah: I've been U.N.C.O.U.P.L.E.D I can't bring myself to say it. No siree I'm a carriage with no marriage I'm a van without a man I've been U.N.C.O.U.P.L.E.D Was I corroded or overloaded Maybe I shamed him Who could have blamed him If he thought me second-class Went in search of chrome and brass Went to find some other fool like me And I'm just U.N.C.O.U.P.L.E.D I can't seem to stop C.R.Y.I.N.G People look and me and think, 'There she goes the missing link' She's been U.N.C.O.U.P.L.E.D And I'm just U.N.C.O.U.P.L.E.D But I'll get my R.E.V.E.N.G.E He'll come crawling back one day And I'll turn to him and say Go away, you B.A.S.T.A.R.D