They’ve been through turbulent affairs
The complexities heaped in many layers
Nobody got them right
Blinded without insight
Into their passions and dreams
Never hearing their soul’s screams
It’s all good
It’s a fucked-up situation
It’s all good
I’m having reservations
She stands by him as a trophy
He finds meaning most in money
His pleasure found in the big toy
Words bringing her the most joy
It’s over at the 11th hour
She flees and regains her power
Nesting amongst papers and black gowns
Leaving behind the small towns
It’s all good
It’s a fucked-up situation
It’s all good
I’m having reservations
Late on a Monday night
After picking the meeting sight
He finally meets his match
Hoping she’s an awesome catch
Leaving the geeky bits in the car
Hoping to make the best impression by far
She’d missed a major detail
Will they later cry and wail
It’s all good
It’s a fucked-up situation
It’s all good
I’m having reservations
He always asks her to dance
Hoping to create romance
Taking her out to eat and play
Both busy with work the next day
It’s all part of the script
With the desire of clothes unzipped
It’s all good
It’s a fucked-up situation
It’s all good
I’m having reservations
She said they had to talk
So they met on Philosopher’s Walk
The cold and rain outside
Breaking his limping stride
They tell all amongst the noodles
Debating at length about the hurdles
Will she accept his flowers
And stay with him for hours
Winding through the mazes of elegant stone
Will they be together or alone
It’s all good
It’s a fucked-up situation
It’s all good
I’m having reservations
March 5, 2008
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