A pretty girls blush,
Is a young boy's badge,
To wear as a smile,
That's really a mask.

Playing at love,
The game without rules.
Plucking dates for daisies,
Inside, a fool.

Run round the playground,
Chase girls, make them cry.
All of your insults
A beating lie.

Kiss girls, lest they spoil,
As I wish I'd mine.
Instead I called her stupid
And watched our love die.