The ghostly apparition that is love
That mirage in the desert's swimming heat
That famous free lunch, when push comes to shove
That fantasy, product of self-deceit
Is still there in the distance, down the street
But hides in alleyways and then jumps out
Scaring you half to death with yellow teeth
Sees what's in your pocket and pulls it out
Sees what's in your trousers and pulls it out
Then runs off just as quickly to her love
Some simple man that you'd find hard to beat
But he wouldn't think twice, so when the shout
Comes from the shadows, better quickly move
Along, or at least ask for a receipt
Fri 21 Nov 2008
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