She still sits there, under the
Afransi sun mourning a lover lost
He still visits his San Francisco
clubs dancing away a lover lost
She isn’t an elephant but she lives
like one
Never forgetting
He doesn’t have amnesia but he lives
like he does
His mother has never seen him sad,
much less over a girl
She is always moping she’s got
everyone wondering whether she knows how to smile
Just because he isn’t blue doesn’t
make him selfish
And just because she can cry torrents
doesn’t make her selfless
It takes two we’ve heard
Soon everyone got tired of her jilted
love story
And why not? We’ve heard it all
before
We’ve lived it all before
Ladies, it’s not a competition whose
story is the sorriest
Guys, come on! You won’t sleep at
that night club
You’ll get home sometime
And when these two lovers meet again
It’s not a far stretch; the world is
round isn’t it?
She will have something new to cry
about
Because it's all she's been practicing
And he will have something new to be
smug about
It’s not his fault
Guys make terrible gods, so quit
giving them burnt offerings
They will never be all you want them
to be
And while we are at it, try being all
you can be
It’s a cycle
It always goes full circle.
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