Well I'll be damned
Love prisoners in a glass menagerie
Just intimate introverts who smile on the inside
Decadent cherubs touch each other in the afternoon
A day late and a dollar short
Emotional paupers beg for affection
Filling their tin cups with I owe yous
Romance tramps with dirty hearts
Hide their feelings with oversized garments
Stolen from rummage sales
Liaisons between love and lust
Make familiar bed fellows
Accustomed to each others nakedness...