All the stars are ghosts I say,
Wearing my philosophical chinos
'Wow you're so cool' she thinks
As I offer a Woo Woo and a fixed grin
'Tell me about yourself', I say
Not wanting to know.
'You first', she says.
Unprepared, I invent a character
She may want to be with
Called Harry
Her and Harry would have a great time
Together
But not her and me
As I'm pretending to be Harry
And I'm nothing like him.
I never did like Harry.
He stole my girl.