Maybe at You
I wasn't laughing. Well, maybe at you
And your ridiculous display of cheer
In that dilapidated atmosphere
Of laissez-faire, the champagne rendez-vous
She craved — a woman who was never true,
Whose motives, heart, and eyes were never clear,
Who called you Darling, Lover, Sweetie, Dear,
But never kissed you — slattern, spider, shrew.
You vilified me, and you have the right
To claim whatever pops into your head,
But I remember everything you said
Since we were little boys, hanging on tight
To keep from falling off the world. Tonight
Our hearts are empty, and the moon has fled.
And your ridiculous display of cheer
In that dilapidated atmosphere
Of laissez-faire, the champagne rendez-vous
She craved — a woman who was never true,
Whose motives, heart, and eyes were never clear,
Who called you Darling, Lover, Sweetie, Dear,
But never kissed you — slattern, spider, shrew.
You vilified me, and you have the right
To claim whatever pops into your head,
But I remember everything you said
Since we were little boys, hanging on tight
To keep from falling off the world. Tonight
Our hearts are empty, and the moon has fled.
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