Lexus, love, I think youíd say
the feelings I feel canít be okay.
Youíre married (I groan), but even so,
weíd be a symphony anyday!
Chemistry or Biology
or from a poetís spirit,
Love (they say) canít be defined,
but letís go ahead and live it!
Donít fear for retribution, Sweet;
we could be totally discreet.
The individual transcends the norms,
and Iím the Norm to do it!
But if (it hurts to say) you canít,
you love your husband so,
Iíll look elsewhere for a smile as bright
... and leave you my number: 2390!