The first time someone said your name wrong,
they should have written a poem about you…
But just imagine everything you’d have to get though at this point?
… and you’ve gotten though a lot to get to this point.
You’re a bit of an enigma.
Someone I check in with after one too many beers.
But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to know you.
We just can’t fall in love…
Tribe Of Flannel 