A simple wink and the rest gets to take care of itself
Waiting it out, filter-system at hand
A smoke to earmark all of these sudden possibilities that come his way
Which can indeed amount to something
Peeling, so much as stealing, all of it away
Forever and a pen, sent here on a wish
Utterly remiss when needs be
I know you see him… storm on in… a relative din with words
As much as a stolen kiss, perhaps, to quash all of those rumours
Tell me, is it true, are you indeed his absolute equal?
Prepared to dispel all of the glorious heart-ache that he now gets to write about
Christ Almighty, how can you not sound it out, dear girl