I am lousy at actually composing on demand, so I will instead offer an ode to love, or love gone wrong, in words of Martin Fry.
You know him, right? Flashy jacket, head of the musical group ABC, sings “The Look of Love” and “When Smokey Sings” (which I love!)?
Well, if you don’t know him, then you can probably enjoy this post if you sing it to yourself ala William Shatner (the Priceline guy for you young’uns).
And just to show I am not too lazy with my constant (twice) answering the Daily Prompt via songs written by others, I will provide commentary along the way:
If I were to say to you
“Can you keep a secret?” Yes
Would you know just what to do
Or where to keep it? Is this a dirty secret, or a “secret”?
Then I say “I love you” What if I don’t want to?
And foul the situation Foul ball, foul play, waterfowl.
“Hey girl I thought we were
the right combination” Was that the secret? What’s the big deal?
Who broke my heart? A. The girl B. Double Quarter Pounder or C. Both
You did you did Did you now?
Bow to the target, Tarjay will have candy on sale tomorrow.
Blame cupid, cupid OK, OK.
You think you’re smart Smart assy, maybe.
Stupid, stupid What what?
Shoot that poison arrow though to my heart Are you sure?
Shoot that poison arrow Then stop dancing around.
No rhythm in cymbals The rhythm in cymbals is in the arms of the holder.
No tempo in drums No “I” in team either.
Love on arrival Must have used Amazon Prime.
She comes when she comes I TOLD you that’s what she said!
Right on the target Stock on next year’s candy tomorrow at Target.
But wide of the mark I don’t know who Mark is, but I don’t think he likes being called wide.
What I thought was the fire
Was only the spark How did you make that mistake?
The sweetest melody
Is an unheard refrain Deep man. Deep.
So lower your sights, yeah but raise your aim,
raise your aim Have you considered seeing a doctor about this repeating issue?
I thought you loved me but it seems you don’t care Correct
I care enough to know I can never love you Hmmm. Way to sum it up, Martin.