Nine, five, one, three
Is all I have of you?
What do you have of me?
if you would only slow down
and see what’s before you

Your way of life is so mysterious.
your six sense and knowledge of women
Fall flat like a stack of dominoes
So vile, so unsure, so immure:

Please help me to understand
You often said that men is
So lame to be tame
Because most guys think with the wrong head
and feast on whatever is on their plates: so you said
Sister, sister, if only could only slow down
Because we are half way there

When an old love becomes a chapter in your past
That’s a sign that you have completed the task.
His number kept floating in my head

Nine, five, one, three, is all you have of him
Help me to understand,
Why it’s so hard to love them