Playback Rondine
X’s and o’s scratched on a bathroom wall,
I wonder did her sweet fairy tale last?
Precious moments tend to fly by so fast;
Seeing those letters I always recall
the woo you would use causing me to bawl;
That holy gaze forcing my eyes downcast;
X’s and o’s;
Do you remember that hard slip and fall?
Phony flirtation or true love unmasked,
what did you say when he finally asked?
Pressed ‘Playback’ in a sentimental stall,
x’s and o’s.
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