Miss Furtado.
You have messed up my senses.
I've watched you do those dances
for so long now.
Whoa, you're a hard one.
You once seemed like a hippie.
But your new songs are trippy
and I love them somehow.

You've become the queen of videos.
To rock it you are able.
A queen of hearts, and mine, you sure did lash.
Now it seems that you're a fine thing
in my arms I'd like to cradle.
I'll show you I'm "MVP" just like Steve Nash.

Miss Furtado.
You Canadian recorder.
I will run for the border
and meet you at home.
And freedom? We'd both have it.
Stephen Harper's not Dubya.
Some things he would flub ya
but you brighten his zone.

I know your land gets cold in the wintertime
but where you are, I know the sun will shine.
It's hard to tell the nighttime, "Come to stay."
And I have only one command.
Can you please send Mister Timbaland
away?

Miss Furtado.
Like a bird, you are calling.
There's no use in me stalling.
Open the gate.
It may be snowing
but I can give warmth above you.
I'll say it right that I love you.
(Say it right: He loves you!)
I'll say it right that I love you.

If only for one...

date.