Together we probed mysteries of the dark Though you said true love was for losers and saps (Oh God how I loved you, my Joan Jett of Arc.)
You moaned like a ****** those nights in the park As I tried to snare you with all of love’s traps. Together we probed mysteries of the dark.
I was a way station, no more than a lark, Though I searched your eyes for a trace of perhaps. (Oh God how I loved you, my Joan Jett of Arc.)
I sought to engender romance’s first spark In the wake of unfettered zippers and snaps. Together we probed mysteries of the dark
Our orbit of something completed its arc; I sang Ave Maria, you whistled Taps. (Oh God how I loved you, my Joan Jett of Arc.)
One morning the truth hit—cold, brutal and stark; You’d left unannounced, leaving me to collapse. Together we probed mysteries of the dark (Oh God how I loved you, my Joan Jett of Arc.)
With apologies to Clem Snide...well, not to mention pretty much everyone else, truth be told.