Jennifer Lopez, where has your Ben gone? He's not in your mansion, no.
He took a vacation, to get away from ya, and give some new gal a go.
Jennifer, Jennifer Lopez, you can't write good songs.
Petroleum smile, the way that you shake that will make most men cry.
Your body's in form now, the hit of the dorm now, your pictures are on the walls.
Ben on the menu. Jennifer can you stay off the tabloids please?
Jennifer, Jennifer Lopez, you are the punch line.
Your rings and your cash, the way that own too much clothes to describe.
As failure gets closer, they send a bulldozer to take down your giant home.
Your love life is nothing, you're hoping for something to keep you from being alone.
Jennifer, Jennifer Lopez, your career's all gone.
Your acting and dance, and singing all fifteen damn minutes are up.
Jennifer Lopez, where has your Ben gone? He's not in your mansion, so where has he gone? Oh Jennifer...