I met a boy, modern wonder of the world,
The sharpest eyes, knowing smile,
Words that won me under his under cover.
Don’t worry, there’s no other, he said.

Oh helpless little me; didn’t spot those helpful signs,
Telephone call, tested smile,
Signs that gave the simple, oldest game away,
Perhaps I decided to be blind.

Congratulations, you made me cheap, oh cheap, so cheap.
Encore my dear, maybe I’d let you do it again.
Because I’m low, oh low, so low.
Stuck in perpetual autumn.
No summer for love, no winter to let you go.
So my leaves fall.
Withered and small.
Stuck here.