They don’t do it like I do.

They don’t love your temperamental

Side, do they?

Like I do?

They don’t even know

That you get

Carried away

With just trivial things;

And even if they did;

I bet they wouldn’t love it.

I bet they couldn’t guess

With a bat of one over-mascara’d eyelash;

That you’ve always wanted to dance.

But they wouldn’t care;

Since it wouldn’t benefit them…

Or their plan:

To advance with romance,

Then enhance

Your (her) finance;

So take a chance;

And choose a stance;

Will it be them?

Or me.