Let me say strange things
and I will make complicated jokes
A complicated man I am
and you a simple girl
Ahh such is luck!
We fit like a glove

You will want to tell me
there is no such thing as luck
and there can be no coincidence
If so
you must know
where all of my useless thoughts go

She likes it when my eyes have rested
and she has captured the soliloquy of my admiration