The Bad Date

by EJ, 1984


A while back it occured to me,
that you're not what you seem to be,

'Cause when you punch me in the eye,
I sometimes sit and wonder why,

And you just sit and laugh and laugh,and say I smell like a giraffe,
I just can't see how we'll go far,
when you've spilled your drinks inside my car,

And then when I say something good,
you hit me with a piece of wood,

When I look up to see a jet,
you burn me with your cigarette,

And you still seem to think it's neat,
to sink your spikes into my feet,

But now I think that I can see,
you're really not the girl for me,

So if you'll unchain me from the floor,
unlock your silly basement door,

And take this collar from my neck,
I'll soon resume my solo trek,

I'll drive away so very far,
if you'll kindly give me back my car.