Their Love Had Turned Cold
They had moved in last May,
they were a weird couple from LA,
Mary the dancer and Jerry the singer...
cabaret music was a delight to their ear.
We met in the elevator around two,
and I welcomed them to the neighborhood;
they smiled, but they didn't hug as lovers do...
could it be that their love had turned cold?
I heard all of their conversations from the above floor,
Jerry told Mary to stop stumping,
" Easy on those steps...are you dancing,
or trying to wake up the poor guy down below? "
" I need to practice or I'll lose my job at The Coor...
how will we survive on one paycheck...eating peanuts? "
Mary hollered by making more noises on the wooden floor...
Jerry responded angrily, " Well, we'll need to make some cuts! "
Yesterday the noises got much louder, I woke up shaking,
thinking another violent earthquake had stroke...
glasses breaking while Lisa Minelli's, " Cabaret " was playing;
nothing fell off my shelves...was it mere luck?
I went straight to the shower to distract myself,
even in there there was some banging...it seemed like
a jealousy fight was going on, and too often I heard that offensive word!
The next day they apologized, telling me that their love had turned cold.
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