Synchronicity

Little did I know, though I probably should have guessed

By the way you walked and talked and spoke and smoked and dressed

You actually seemed to like me and so naturally I presumed

You were after that thing, that's the one thing that's assumed

So I wined and dined you, hey, I love that kind of stuff

And we blabbed about our backgrounds and how family life is rough

We spoke of what we wanted, what we thought of, what we did

Midway through the second bottle I admitted I had kids

But nothing seemed to throw you though I know you better now

At the time my minor crime was figuring out how

To get you in my hotel room unclothed and in my bed

And proceed with the unspeakable, it's better left unsaid

So pick it

We went to see a friend of yours and watch me on TV

Sheer coincidence you said, synchronicity

A full moon on a Friday night, the thirteenth of July

A man, two women in a room and on the screen, the guy

Your friend, she loved me on the show, yeah, she was snowed for sure

Her body language got obscene, her demeanor less than pure

You started venting something wearing spleen upon your sleeve

You got kind of nervous, sort of anxious, had to leave

You told me on the freeway that you didn't sleep with men

I put two and two together then I asked about your friend

It turns out she likes to hurt you and although she loved my show

She too preferred the fairer sex. I absorbed the blow

Absorb it, Junior!

And it turns out that you did like men but didn't like their things

That hang down and all the hang-ups being with them always brings

My brother is so practical; this is what he said:

"You should have asked if it was cool to watch them both in bed"