You’re wondering if I’m in love
OK then, yes, I’m in love
like a new age Juliet
standing on a street corner
with my one of a kind Romeo
drunkenly ranting about how
my mind is worth so much more
than the price I’m selling my body at.
You think I’m in love?
All right, I’m in love
like an over the hill model
desperately trying to look sexy.
But as your camera’s flashes
steal away my youth,
I realize I look more like
I’m desperate to be sexy, and soon
I’ll be replaced by a new model
Your camera finds more appealing.
If I’m in love
it’s with the red satin sheets
you claim are imported from Italy
As I giggle at how the tag reads:
Made in China.
But this China doll isn’t here for the imports,
only the raise and the almost romance
that’s now almost over
as you roll onto your side to take a call
from your all the way wife
If I’m in love
it’s because my heart
keeps itself tied to a thin string
suspended from my sleeve
whenever you need a chest
to feel for your ache.
It has to be love
because only love could cause
that little heart to hang itself
when it learns this will never truly be.
