Woes of love are silly, 
For hearts like you and me 
 

Yearning cries for romances, 
The same, old, and tired dances
 

Midnights wasted, drenched in blue
Taunted by his “you just won’t do.”  
 

But foolishness is not our game, 
Never been that fragile dame. 
 

Find me difficult, too hard to please? 
Then boy, do run along. 
 

Enjoyed your lips, 
And all the tips, 
 

Your struggles to be strong 
But a symphony can be offensive 
When you’re a simple song.