It was the victory of shallow style
At once a simple prime of mutual pump
A flash infatuation that skirted guile
A fun affair at loose end losers lump
It featured practice kisses put on file
A testing touch or stroke or rap of rump
Those gentle jokes and laughs to pass the while
A bet you hedge to beat a social slump
Then after acting close he got too close
He spoke of history and how he felt
Of highs and lows that life had dearly dealt
I didnt mind his murmuring morose
I shimmied past the sentimental stuff
I wanted my own misery enough
Chorus stuff matter pith
