The club was alive and beating,
The hustle and bustle of youth fleeting.
And who do my eyes fall upon once more,
The girl of old, the one I called a *****.

Hair styled and as always well dressed,
I walked around - everybody always impressed.
And when we stood mere arms length apart,
I ignored her - the girl who tried to break my heart.

Oh foolish and misguided witch,
Your spells have no effect - you're a washed up *****.
And as you stood there stunned and charmed,
I knew the war was over - I won totally unharmed.