‘I have sympathy for you’, she said,
‘Thinking up poetry, you lie awake in bed’,
‘You fall in love a lot and drink too much wine’,
‘And on and on you dream away the time…’

Sweet fool,
Come on the dance floor while they play a swing,
I’m sure you know it’s the latest thing,
so put your hand on my hip,
And try not to trip,
But first let’s have another drink.

Sweet fool,
I know these fancy parties are a pain,
But they’re sure to help you with your rise to fame,
And I’m sure you’ll agree
That since it’s for free
We must try this new champagne.

Why don’t we leave this made up life,
The blatant lies and the pleasantries,
If there is one thing I can’t abide
It’s the crumbling world of the bourgeoisie.

Sweet fool,
If you but find a better stage name,
Your songs may yet win critical acclaim,
I would prefer
If you did comb your hair
But you’re beautiful all the same.

Sweet fool,
I am drunk on your verses and rhymes,
Or is it I’ve had one too many gin and limes,
I’m a scandalous mess
But I won’t leave unless
Your lips will touch with mine.