We may be second rate

(to him)

he's such a big timer

but it took me a lifetime to get here.

Then he calls us probably a mistake

it was my heart

he played catch with.

I should break off for that

so he can choose me

Monday he suddenly found

 my love and faith are bound

(he said)

but me break up? nooo!

he apologized, so

I just got drunk

 Friday night

drove myself home

(my voice had died)

watermelon watermelon

 pineapple pineapple

(but not my feet, so I laughed)
 a jig's not a reel

he don't get it, fuggeit

my true love always will

(once)

when he feels me broken

(he called me a well-trained horse)

in the Great Unspoken

(but he explained it eight months later).

We'll never have a child

or perform an Irish reel onstage

nor have me dad walk down the aisle

or kiss above that leafy glade

(they cut it down).

But damn it, friend,

if we can't talk

of everything under the sun

and the sun,

I want us surely to break up

so one day we can meet again

and start our love

brand clean and new

(it's me heart you hold there

in your hands)

but would you choose

to dance again,

begin again, Finnegan?