How dare the Premier ignore my invitations?

He'll have to go

So, to the bunch he luncheons with

It's second on my list of things to do At the top I'm stopping by

Your place of work and acting like

I haven't dreamed of you and I

And marriage in an orange grove You are the only thing

In any room you're ever in

I'm stubborn, selfish and too old I sat you down and told you how

The truest love that's ever found is for oneself

You pulled apart my theory

With a weary and disinterested sigh So yes, I guess I'm asking you

To back a horse that's good for glue and nothing else

But find a man that's truer than

Find a man that needs you more than I Sit with me a while

And let me listen to you talk about

Your dreams and your obsessions

I'll be quiet and confessional The violets explode inside me

When I meet your eyes

Then I'm spinning and I'm diving

Like a cloud of starlings

Darling, is this love?