Forget the time it all made sense
Say nothing in your own defense
Move along, just agree
Do not talk of what might be
Please do not show your confusion
Pretend that it was all illusion
That simple touch, oh do not treasure
Its terrifying pain and pleasure
Try to think each gesture through
Make a list of things to do
Don’t indulge in deep despair
Do not touch her perfect hair
The knife cut inward hurts the most
Remember you should make a toast
Speak in measured tones, and slow
Say of course you’d love to go
Try your best to hide your fear
Rome is warm this time of year
Do not think of that embrace
Was I clawing at my face?
Don’t scream your pain unto the sky
It’s possible you will not die
unless of course your time is up.
it isn’t so…you listen up:
its just you haven’t found her yet
she’s out there looking, too, i bet.
the ones we think are good for us
are sometimes not, so take the bus
uptown to visit the old met
that’s where you could meet nice Yvette
or Lulu, you might meet her there
or Mary with the long dark hair…
you might meet Ellen, or Sophie
you might meet Janice or Marie
if not you take the train back down
where you might meet wynonah brown
Jennifer’s at the Film Forum
Jodie’s going for Dim Sum.
you never know where you may meet
the one who sweeps you off your feet
so get out there and see those gals
(i say this as one of your pals.)
You might want to stay away from Ellen, though– I hear she’s a pill… 😉