It clings to my wrist like a faithless friend Good fun to pal around when we met But getting just a little tiresome with time Unreliable in his many promises
He fails to make the appointments that we set Or note the weather or mark activities I dunno; maybe he’s making time with that Timex My long-time steady who could sure tick my tock
Sweet face, delicate hands - she’d been around, but Maybe I was wrong – I think I’ll dial her