The hopeless love
I can see why she can’t give you that
Oh, a lovely dimension that psychonerds do cry over
Shall I say that I killed it before it even landed for you
Nope, I don’t wish you to be a mocked solitaire but an adored bachelor of your youth
Ahh, happy little ladies!
Hit the third tenth and lock your fourth with gold
Even with some of her jewels
Pretty little rocks
Praised with envy and hunger
You’re lucky then,
she wants you for Mr. Green Jones on your pockets
Your presence is just a additional tinkery on her head.
You’re free to leave because you don’t find love
Love came from Cape Town
And not from Vegas.
She’s there waiting for you to leave shiny things for dirty woods.