I met a guy and I instantly liked him He was tall, good looking and imperially slim His moustache dragged sideways to his cheek He talked quietly and was infinitely meek
The next day, I went to see him at work I learnt he had never been there I thought it was a simple case of bad luck He had probably meant elsewhere
I set out for his home to find It was a cute, little bungalow I saw a little girl peep from behind; A pretty lady looked through the window
I stood on the empty threshold Staggering my way out of this jam Me? When had I gotten to be so bold? I was now practically "the other woman".