There’s a jitter that won’t quit.
I’m shaking and quaking.
Will I ask him? Will I?
Oh God I’ve done this too many times.
The songs tell me yes.
But where are they when it’s black?
Look at poor Amy.
No no I will. I will.
The girl in the stripes that just walked in
Looking like a model
Has put me off.
I feel like weeping.
I can’t now. I can’t.
I was looking for an excuse
Her teeny waist has given me my answer.
That tremble in your finger
Made me linger.
The quiver in your lips when I caught its tip.
I’m using pen while she touches screen.
Can life really be so mean?
It’s times like this I hope it’s haphazard
Then I won’t believe it’s out to get me.
It makes sense to leave now.
But I am a puppy and I never will.