When you're sitting at a bar
Legs crossed on a stool
Sipping one of those lady drinks
Back erect and cool;
Should a guy slip next to you
And ask you what's your sign
Remember what you learned at school
About Light and Space and Time:
When you look upon a star
It's not really there,
And when he's looking in your eyes
He's focused else somewhere.
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