Veneera

With the wisdom of an orphan
She wore a widow's polished boots
There stood the true Veneera
Before she planted her roots
In a penthouse in Canada
In Canada

Veneera, Veneera
We're counting on you

Some folks call her the innkeeper
She was my landlord way back when
Now she don't got room for anyone
Waving flyswatters and pens
But it's now we need her most
We need her most

Veneera, Veneera
We're counting on you

Well she saw me at an auction
We never meant to hug so long
And as we both were blushing
The feelings they were strong
But I knew something was going on
Was going on

I cried Veneera, Veneera
Veneera, Veneera
Veneera, Veneera
We're counting on you