Keep your options open, they say
Give them choice, they say
That way everybody is satisfied... right?
Tell them about yourself
Cast them so without a doubt
That what they see is what they get... right?
Pretty white lies
What do you fantasise?
Woe, you’ve been hurt one too many times... right?
No room to move, you say
No point to prove, you say
God’s honest truth in black and white... right?
And when two strangers meet
And you get your cold feet
There will always be next time... right?