@Tryagain,
Quote:ZERO mind readers here at a2k
As the doyen zero-mind-reader here, all too able to indiscern the indiscernible, and know when to nibble without quibble, I offer this drivel upon dribble.
You should try again to convey to her your concern about her rampant coquettishness, in song, preferably baritone.
If you go away on this bummer's say
Then you might as well make the new boy's day
He's a turd that flew and got in your eye
When your love's so new that his soul must fry
It's the day to fight for the right and wrong
While the blood moon's bright and your will is strong
Do not go away, do not go away, do not go away, do not go away
And if you stay then make her today
Like no day has been or will be again
Go sail in the sun and ride on the rain
Just talk to the trees and worship the wind
Then if she goes you'll understand
There wasn't enough love to fill up your hand
If you go away, if you go away, if you go away, if you go away