henriette

who you fooling now with your bookish smarts?

quotin' jamie joyce make me feel

make me feel like a total arse

got it down like a practiced art; like a perfect part

talk to me at night with your voice oily

think you can't be broke

what a joke

what a joke callin' me doily

think i like when you dress boy-l

yor makeup coyly

i never loved you henriette

i never liked my sobriquette

i never read your serviette

i never loved you henriette

when we went our ways

you left your gourd behind

i never cared for rows and i got

and i got sort of bored besides

of your notes and your peephole eyes

and those spurious sighs