Your lady snuffs your hovel from the door

Moldy haze of spores within
Sweaty sneakers from the gym
Your lady's nose is fearful there'll be more

Dens of mice and swarms of flies
Tend all the garbage left inside
Your lady's lust is gone forevermore

It's odor

Your place is stark and crude
You know she's lost the mood
She's had her fill of you
And she says it's true
Your dump's a loo
It's phew-ew-ew, beaucoup

It's odor, it chokes her, you ogre

All the sprays and liquids tried
Starch and bleach and germicides
Your bowl is leaking Drano on the floor

Spreading scum deforms the walls
Wreckin' the rooms, it crawls and mauls
And you bemoan the pungent, waftin' squall

It's odor, all over, it smolders

It's odor