Darkness falls over our land
Such a simple world we lived in all those years ago
You and I were both young
I eighteen
You twenty-two
All I wanted was to play tennis with you
I didn't have the car that day
With all my might I tried to get it
If I had
If I had succeeded
You would be mine to this very day
Unless your infidelity, your baldness, halitosis, passivity, made me
far more desirable than you.
Take that, you fat bastard!
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