I learned in a class once
That people are attracted to
Romantic partners who are
About as attractive
As they are,
And I thought of him
(I didn't linger long)
Then I thought of you.

And I think you're
Pretty handsome
And I think my hair
Looks good today.

And I think then it's
Not my fault,
Because both of us,
We're pretty okay.

And I want a chance
To see your
Pretty okay
Under London streetlights
As the fog rolls in,
Wet sidewalk slow.

But you told me there's no
Fog in London and
That florescent lights
Don't burn yellow.

You told me "look me up
When you come to London"'
You turn from me
In the streetlamp's glow.

'Q