Reg

By the time you get this grouch
You will have cover
And all the lazy lovers in your path
Have their own rhymes
And the sound
You will discover
Is phonier than the hostesses laugh

Could I have loved you more?
Could I have changed my score?
Well did you think I wore rejection well?
A love note on fire
Well did your heart get tired?
And now you're one more story I can tell

By the time you get this face
It will be drying on all your windows and your walls
And the fumes when they stink
Will have you crying
But I can't hear you now at all