I tried to chat up a lady
As men are now too young to see me
At first, she was kind
So I showed her my mind
It was relatively green and quite shady
I took her back home where it’s safer
As long as my cat wouldn’t bite her
When she saw my mascara
It seems that it scared her
It is red but it failed to excite her.
We agreed that we hated dark grey
And the shades of it caused us dismay
So we watched Leonard Cohen
My love is still growing
But he’s dead and so he cannot play.
