Lesson Learned

Pain is not love’s enemy As I’ve constant-ly believed They’re brothers. They’re, Fratelli Where one resides, the other strives Oh, what a dream it was to think, That our ol’ cruise ship will not sink The pretty clouds I floated on Were laced with pins and things so sharp Sharp enough to pierce the dream, that it could be reality How was I to know you weren’t, that angel you professed to be? How was I to stop myself, you were my pre-cise ecstasy? My lesson’s learnt, now, Casanova. Thought-that you-could turn me over? Oh no. No, no no. You fooled me once so shame on you Your beauty was an ugly thing A snare produced for fools like me And, those eyes... Mmmm... that voice. If honey could speak, you’d be it. Hands down Sweet, sultry serenade, Fairest features ever made. You were such a masterpiece. A Monet, if you please Master of disguise, oh yes I should commend your flawless lies, They had me twisted round your pinky Glad that I now know you baby. Read your book from, ah back to front. Next time that-I see your face, I’ll see the snarling, stalking thing The thing that led me down this lane. The thing that tuned my love to pain