I'm sitting here reading and wondering what's up,
with that silly little love-starved poetic pup;
She says she loves Bogey, and can tell it's real,
But she's worried and doubtful and called me a tweel;
We go back and forth with him in the middle,
Both of us chatting and him saying little;
There is not much to do, but sit here and wait,
So we can find out who's in need of a date. |