Her nasty words I sensed in sugar coat
I smiled at stuff youd say to undermine
I was a simp to stick around and dote
The surface charm I judged ingenuous sign
Id fought off fellow suitors flinched it fine
Id climbed the sentimental pyramid
Id flattered fervently Id watched them pine
To squash Id put in most obsequious bid
I didnt land her struggle under lid
I was abused in whispers breadth of breath
On odd occasion vague and cusses rid
I reaped ironies such as little death
I never caught her shouty goodness sake
Her pleasantly I savoured surface fake
Chorus sake purpose reason
