Singsong Nights

Her fingers were flat keynotes out of tune But I accompanied, I played along We made playful music—I didn't croon She said I wasn't her type we don't belong. I thought great, I'll just stay and prolong— Good then us meeting; wasn't it opportune But everything she said was all just a costume The following morning it was love, lifelong. It was a completely different singsong! And boy didn't me feels like a dumb baboon. edited 2023 Her fingers were flat keynotes out of tune but I accompanied - I played along we made playful music - I didn't croon she said I wasn't her type; we don't belong. I thought-great, I'll-just-stay and prolong it's good, us meeting; wasn't it opportune but all she said was a pantomime costume the following morning it was love, lifelong. It was a completely different singsong! And boy, didn't I feels like a dumb baboon.