Fool

That damned fool walks about with an aura of despair

As well he should!

The nerve of him leaving the house with that hair.

Clutching a wimpy single rose, alone just like he

He makes his way on down the street

He's truly embarrassing to see

The rose was shoved back into his hands by a girl much above his station

A wise decision on her part

For he himself was the cause of his own frustration

For any fool should know that when a girl is yours,

yours and yours alone

YOU DON'T SLEEP WITH ANOTHER ONE INSIDE OF HER OWN HOME!