Reg

By the time you get this grouch

You will have cover

And all the lazy lovers in your path

Have their own rhymes

And the sound

You will discover

Is phonier than the hostesses laugh

Could I have loved you more?

Could I have changed my score?

Well did you think I wore rejection well?

A love note on fire

Well did your heart get tired?

And now you're one more story I can tell

By the time you get this face

It will be drying on all your windows and your walls

And the fumes when they stink

Will have you crying

But I can't hear you now at all