My dear Im daunted by your etiquette
I push a safety valve its overflow
You hide your feelings deep you block and vet
I show my feelings flat I cuss and crow
You find a silver lining stuck in woe
I rate a woe as harbinger of more
You find a fault amended chance to grow
I rate a fault as sign of rotten core
Your hesitation hangs you half a bore
My spontaneity mounts me much a wreck
To everyone else were a constant chore
You yoke your yielding arms around my neck
If back to back if front to front two one
Unpopular and linked to nearly none
Chorus one een une
