A knock knock knocking
comes at the door
The young man gets up;
puts his feet on the floor
He answers the door
and to his surprise
It’s the young woman
that’s telling him lies
Leading him back
and forth as she wishes
Cooking her food
but not doing the dishes
He can’t tell her “leave!”,
he’s in it too deep
And he just can’t wait
‘til they go to sleep
But in the midst
of her cooking him food
The young man sees
that he’s in a good mood
He makes her laugh
and so she does him
He sees that his cautions
were only a whim
Dim witted to think
that he does not care
Connections with her
this young man does share.