It's easy to fall for a poet
But once it's happened, look out
Some days you're up on a pedestal
Every other you're filled with self-doubt
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She calls her old dog, Henry
And together they frequent the park
Where she ponders the man that's oft brooding
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A convent, I tell you
That's where I'm headed
At least the sisters
Have a really good answer
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Three young men leave the bar laughing
A forth sits alone on the curb
A six pack of beer is beside him
...
when his yellowed eyes
looked into mine
and he pleaded
begged me
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I'm tired of being a drama queen
I'd like to turn in my tiara
I abscond my rule to another
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I cannot carry a sofa up 3 flights of stairs alone
I cannot replace the transmission of an automobile
I cannot seem to accept that all you ever wanted from me
Was to get into my pants then get out of my life
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Each time she looks into those eyes
Those beautiful, bottomless eyes
Almost all thought is lost to her
Save for an overwhelming need
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It was her I was in love with
Not in the romantic sense
So I kept getting back together
With her youngest monster
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