She was strolling by, singing la la la when
I met her, I wished that I had been Lacan.
Right from the first intercourse, she did evil to me..
I was the male and the female does evil..
God knows the toll she's taken
on her, bittersweet as citronella..
The miss leaves me on a sudden impulse,
I ordain an abscissa, but that remains abstruse,
I got a sound mind in a very sane body,
I do what's good but she's left for someone better.
It takes a toll on me but I know she knows
That silence is gold, she sleeps, so I keep quiet.
On the beach, some tough boys play domino game,
She makes me notice how absent are my abdominals,
that I ain't got Sylvester Stallone's triceps at all,
and that really vexes me : My name is Claude.
God knows the toll she's taken
on her, surviving in my sensory sphere.
Yet, I, listed non-macho, didn't accept at all
the inferiority tales cast on you by Rousseau.
Yet Miss calls me Lilliput as in Swift
as I am a bit less than six feet..
O! she 's a beauty, she's booby, and she's lucky, the damsel !
She thought she had some flaws, I thought she was a marvel..
It takes a toll on me but I know she knows
that silence is gold, she sleeps, I keep quiet.
Today I know that I was a nerd,
She was nearly my peninsula..
The smooth talkers may talk smoothly,
The belladonna remains for me a beauty.
God knows the toll she's taken,
inlaid there inside her honey eyes..
I did what I could to meet all her needs
only inspired by state-of-the-art things.
I have been ranking for ages and ages among the best ones
but , well, the sound of her silence forces me to go up a semitone,
She inspires me...
like the memory of her smile..
It takes a toll on me, bt I know she knows
that silence is gold, is gold, so I keep quiet..