And so she stands you up the date a clue
You call to double check yet all in vain
Youve gotten brush off big time nothing new
Your numbers blocked the tactics self explain
You seek success of which the price is pain
You wonder whether stalking counts as work
You gather agony transmutes to gain
You need to grow a spine as now you shirk
Young once I was you wont to wilt then irk
I knotted noose to hasten my own end
I pondered such a soul a decent jerk
I put on cotton clothes that least offend
I roll on punches clip the jab on chin
You need a spliff or shot of Bombay gin
Chorus chin barbilla hake
