Contemplative, complicated, consequated Long play baby. Illiterately brilliant, she’s never Always sometimes maybe. Gone for good, back next week. She stood herself up with a 24 bug, An array of strangeties and novelties And a deadly dangerous undying love. She’s just too perfect for me And that’s a major no-no Because I know no reason why She wanted to go on solo. Met her in my simple sights. She taught me how to be much more Like her and me and her and she Relegates our rivalry until it’s less than poor She’s intelligent. I’m flatulent. She’s get up and make me go But I’m fed up of games and fetching the ball It’s time to try and say ‘no!’ Because I fell for her, I tell to her, Her face knocked me off of my stool But she’s lost in the world, a lonely girl, Because she can’t catch a catch for a fool.