What did you think? That he'd fall at your feet?
That as soon as he met you his life was complete?
Did you think that he'd know? Did you think that he'd care?
That he'd *recognise* words cast into empty air?
Those pretty eyes of his won't look your way
And *certainly* not on Valentine's Day.
Leave with your dignity somewhat intact,
'Cause he'll never like you, dear, that's simple fact.
Whinge, whine, whine, irrational sulk, whine, whinge. Right, I feel better now. :)
E.
x
