dennis lyxzeÌn

We’re grown up now
Over the trauma

Of young lust
And teenage drama

On the Kinsey scale, you’re in the middle
It took me years to work out your riddle

We might not meet for a year or two
Living far apart but our feelings stay true

Won’t mind, my boyfriend won’t mind your wife
Staying close friends for the rest of our lives
Won’t be a secret or undercover
Lovers for life
We’re like lovers…