We are here.

She runs hot and cold like fire and ice

Like heaven and hell, of mice

And main

Two different captains

Running one ship

One is wild like a lion, the other as meek as sheep

His friends have warned

Your trust she’s earned?

You had better run before you get burned

She’s a warm embrace or a harsh regret

A kind heart or a slap you won’t forget

A kick in the teeth or a cold sorbet

She’ll make you sweat, on that we’ll bet

Life can be sunny with colours

Or she can be stuck in a dark gloomy parlour

She might be playing with unicorns

And suddenly become filled with scorn

She’ll give you a nice scolding

Then invite you in for a strawberry pudding

Her smile is not what it seems

Her garment is not one so clean

She’s fickle and weak

It won’t last past the end of the week

She’ll scream in tears

Then beg for cares

There’s no inbetween for this one

You’ll be lost in the web she’s spun

She’s not, she’s rot

She’s not for love

She’s not, she’s rot

She’s not, unlove!!!

What can he do, he’ll ask

In her glory he’d like to bask

He has seen a glimpse of kindness

And she’s worth his patience

Her love is rare and new

So he ignores her hues of blue

But they’ll say there’s no cure

She’s lost and she’s always so sour

It must be on purpose

Her denial is enormous

She thinks we’re guilible

But her ways are questionable

Maybe he’ll ask them to look within

They might see her world is caving in

All she really wants, is for the “good” captain to win

And all she really wants, is for the “main” captain to win.