how you manage to keep up with me?

i mean , i don’t know about the latest tendencies,

but how come you never got tired of me?

-          ‘don’t know’, said a voice, ‘have no idea.’

how come you never gave up on me?

-          ‘don’t know if it’s the father, or the mother,

                don’t know, no idea, how I got along with thee.

                but now I get tired of all these questions,

                wan’na go to bed with me?’

how come you never got tired of me ?

-          ‘don’t know how to say, maybe god knows… ‘

what did you say? you must be joking, stupid,…

got no alibi? alternative? pure hypocrisy?

-          ‘don’t know how to say, but longed for thee.’