I met you in a bar, I think it was Hanks.
We went over the road
And after several drinks
In a club called Stallones
We snogged on the stairs.
The girl I was with was rightly cross
I felt no loss.
The taste remained.
Instinct took over
And over again.
It left no stain
Love leaves nothing behind.
Sorry about that, but love strikes like lightening.
Are you frightened by that?
It means loss of control.
I struggle to deal.
Do you have no role?
How should I play it?
Lets see it unfold
The play is not told,
But the reveal
Will leave you cold.
