i have been reckless, impatient and cruel;
and i have no sufferance for this kind of fool.
so petty and selfish and heartless, it’s true,
unreasonable men have unreasonable rules.
you’d rather i cover up all that i do?
make vague allegations about what ensues?
that’s hardly what i was expecting from you,
it’s all or it’s nothing, or nothing’s renewed.
you preach law and order, a code or a rule;
i say that’s fictitious, facetious, untrue.
i try to explain but i talk til i’m blue,
and the final result is: it’s too hard to do.
come on, get real! you feel what i feel?
it’s not who’s at risk here, it’s who does the deal!
come on, get smart! it’s hardly an art!
it’s theatre, it’s drama, we’re playing our part.
i love you completely, intense and profound;
i love you so much my feet don’t touch the ground.
but i’m not content to just hover around
it’s all or it’s nothing, and nothing is sound.
if you can’t commit to me, you’d better flee
‘cause nothing’s (as) important as love is to me.
i’ll put up with all of the faults i can see
if you say you love me: my reason to be.
come on, get smart! it’s hardly an art!
it’s theatre, it’s drama, we’re playing our part.
come on, get real! you feel what i feel?
it’s not who’s at risk here, it’s who does the deal!
jmidworth 
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