I levelled large lapels on his tweed coat
I grimaced gazing into icy eyes
It was the time to try and verbalise
The history of us in nuance of note
I swear Id sink myself to stay afloat
If right or wrong Id wear the villains guise
Id harp on errors mine all hacked to size
Id flatter him thus forcing him to dote
I said I was a nag in fractions fraud
In hundred fibs Id hide a flagrant lie
I was in pose a cliche cutie pie
I was in style a simp and overawed
I was a killjoy he allowed at last
I fetched too far ahead I gulped aghast
Chorus last conclusion finish
