HE: So tell me you're scowling at me
SHE: I think you really should know.
Tonight at the party you blew me away
And spent the night talking to Joe.
HE: But you said 'oh please, don't worry 'bout me
Go mingle and have a good time.'
I only did what you asked me to do
Is that really some kind of a crime?
SHE: But you know I don't like those affairs
I went there tonight just for YOU
After all of the time we've been with each other
You really should know what to do.
HE: Well tell me dear, so what's wrong now?
Your face is as long as a bridge.
Your eyes are as sad as a mourning old widow
Your brow is a deep furrowed ridge.
SHE: Remember tonight,at our dinner for two?
You ordered the wrong damned dessert
You know how I hate things of chocolate and coffee
You bastard! You KNEW it would hurt!
HE: But you said 'I'm really not hungry,
Eat what you like - I'm all through'
SHE: But you KNOW that always I share your desserts,
You really should know what to do.
HE: Well, isn't it strange that I am expected
To know all the whims of this person.
Anytime I try to make everything right
The problems just worsen and worsen.
SHE: You got the wrong present! You got the wrong size!
I don't like the cut of your clothes!
You're driving too fast - don't slow down, we're late!
HE: How can I stand this? Who knows.
Wait - I think that I've figured it out.
I believe that I've finally a clue
I finally solved the riddle at last -
Of course! Now I know what to do!
HE: So tell my dearest: NOW why the face?
You're looking so sad and forlorn.
Though I'll note for a change it's nothing but sorrow
Instead of the usual scorn.
SHE: Your bags! They're packed with your things!
You're leaving me, Richard! But why?
What have I done? Is there somebody else?
Are you just going to leave me to die?
HE: I never could solve your problems, my dear
So now I will leave them to you.
As for me, I'm late for a date with myself.
I finally know just what to do.
copyright 1998, Rick Thorne (Mea Culpa Productions)
