Line up your little bottles

In a tight little row

Then try to sip some courage

Through a rusted straw

You're convinced she wants you,

And you will have your way,

Then why did you ignore her?

While the Diva sat upon your knee



You're not a man, you're just a fool

The odds are good

You ain't got what it takes



You're wrapped in so much pain

And we should pity that

Why don't you write her a poem,

Or better yet a song or two

I'm sure she'll be quite taken

Paint a monument upon her back

That you can see as she walks away

An impression that you can't forget



An unexpected visit means more to you than her

The years have played some cruel tricks it seems

She's not reacting like you thought she would

Oh wasted, wasted, wasted

You're acting like a fool

The floor belongs to you, it's yours

That's an image that she can't forget