I MARRIED A MAN WITH A MUSHROOM FARM
I married a man with a mushroom farm
He smelled like moss and had fungal charm
He whispered sweet nothings through a filter mask
And proposed with a spore in a mayonnaise flask
Now he glows in the dark and he hums in C
Has a mushroom cap where his hat should be
He don't say much but he sings to the mold
And he's 32 but he looks 300 years old
Our honeymoon was in a fallout ditch
We toasted with broth and a two headed fish
He gave me a ring made of lichen and lead
I said I do though my Geiger counter said red
Now he glows in the dark and he sprouts at night
Says Honey let's cuddle and gives me a fright
The neighbors say I've lost my mind
But mold is love and love is blind
He's got puffballs where his elbows go
And truffles in his chest hair row by row
I tried to leave once the door grew shut
Now the spores say Stay and I'm in a rut
So if you fall for a shroom tycoon
Don't kiss him under a glowin' moon
He'll charm your nose and steal your heart
And turn you to mulch 'fore the next song start