Old friend I nod those faults you find in her
Youd never utter words as nasty liar
Yet height of faults in her is where you err
As shes annoying in nuance and nothing dire
Of state of feeling shell too quick enquire
The steady gaze of hers is sort of rude
One gesture made to manners shell admire
The cut of cloth thats hers embodies crude
And what you see in her is nothing new
As shes owned up to faults in wit aware
Of kooky farce its creaky custom snare
Of habit overhaul years overdue
And shes aware of stuff that widely riles
Aside self centre she admires your smiles
Chorus riles angers infuriates
