Some are broke and some just crumble A heated row from a misheard mumble Fall from grace that fell into a stumble Kissed the wrong sort that led to that fumble
Let's rebuild this bridge and let our waters again ripple A bottle of plonk, possibly a Pinot Grigio As differences can be rebuilt after a chat and a tipple
See, that's how bridges often burn So let's get it out in the open, and give at another turn