That it could quickly be arranged 

That we could soon become estranged 

If I were drunk enough to count.

Alas but I am not

And all the wrath that it has wrought!

Too often I have thought

It more important to surmount

The question of what’s really there

And if we’re Fred Astaires,

Dancing on for someone’s cares

We’ll never even meet.

But that’s okay because

We found a real important clause

In the fine print. You have to pause

And simply don’t admit defeat.