I met you on a Thursday
you were dancing in a hat
I thought it was a beret
we could not agree on that
you ground me on a park bench
I asked you to my place
you wouldn’t come the first time
but the next time you wore lace
I broke you in, you virgin
who got naked in the dark
with patience, skill and virtue
later you would break my heart
we weathered through the worst times
I’ve seen in my young life
when I look back you were awful
and you could have been my wife
you wanted seven-sixths the life
of every man you knew
I’ve only six, I gave you five
and that’s why you shot through
I failed so hard to please you
I should never compromise
you taught me I should cheat and lie
I call this getting wise
I know that you may read this
and I no longer care
the great revenge is living well
I win because I dare
it startles me to say this
you cut me like a knife
what started out with losing you
the best year of my life
