I love these lyrics

Never stood a chance
Well, hardly a laughing one
The lipstick on her glass
Has stained a trend of impressive men
So why would I attempt?
Well, maybe she likes my voice
There, I met a handsome, well-off looking man
Who drunkenly sung to me

"Mika Bambi's too fancy for me
Good luck winning her love
Good luck winning her love"

I wipe his tears away an say
"This one's for you, my boy"
I could have done ballet
How gracefully I spun her way
My gatling gun of game
(dang)
I emptied a round of shame
She says,
"Hysterical, you and your friend the same"
Then suddenly, it came to me

Mika Bambi's too fancy for me
Good luck winning her love
Good luck winning her love
Good luck
And if luck ain't enough
May God be with you
May God be with you
May God be with you
May God be with you
May God be with you
May God be with you
May God be with you
May God be with you