Whaddayatalk, whaddayatalk, whaddayatalk, whaddayatalk?

Don't be offended by my frank analysis,
Think of it as personality dialysis.

So taunt me, and hurt me,
Deceive me, desert me.

Until you stop these things from happening, this thing does not happen.

"...Just not quite as popular as me."

Observe his dame,
That placid flame,
The moon's celestial highness.

There's not a trace,
Upon her face,
Of diffidence or shyness.

She borrows light,
That through the night,
Mankind may all acclaim her.

And truth to tell,
She lights up well,
So I, for one, don't blame her.

There is nothin' you can name
That is anything like a dame!

Six months out of every year
We know there is no other dame
If he isn't home by six,
It's six to one
There's a game

We've got heart!

Ask me why,
Weak men will die for me,
Strong men simply shatter.
A little brains, a little talent,
With an emphasis on the latter.


(You can tell by my signature how I feel about Damn Yankees:) )

I'm irresistible, you fool,
Give in . . .
Give in . . .
Give in.

How do you do Mrrrr. Joe Harrrrrdy?

A set-up for DeltAlum:

He: Though I must leave
You must believe
My lonely heart will grieve.
'Til then, I must be stern.

She: And for your sake
My lonely heart will ache and quake and break.
If you do not return,
My heart will yearn,
And burn,
So please return.

Both: Then . . .