So if I talk too much,
my darling,
And repeat things
endlessly
And can't abide
To leave your side
Even when I have
to pee,
It's simply because
I'm just not used
to love like yours.
If I feel nervous
and neglected
When you read a magazine,
If I stay mum
When you say "plum"
Pointing to a nectarine,
It's simply because
I'm just not used
to love like yours.
If I laugh too hard
at the punch line,
And my laughter's
beginning to pall,
Especially when the
punch line
Wasn't the punch
line at all.
If I awake when it's
day
And never bring myself
to say,
"My darling's a darling
who snores",
It's simply because
I'm just not used
to love like yours.