That man, he wants me

So he says to me each time

Took the silly me on some love island

Where they serve croissants and flowers and

Passion fruits and toffees and tea for breakfast

 

Charming thing

He is too sweet for the kind of love I want

So I wore my pants and ran whiles he sleeps

Left him stagnant with a broken heart ????

Oh! I didn’t mean to slap his heart this way

 

Poor him

He doesn’t know

That my eyes are hanging

On someone else’s chandeliers too.