FicWad

Dance just a little more slowly, my dear
You've no idea how exhausting you are
To watch, your desperate pleas for attention
Tire out an old man (me to you)

Twirl just a little more languid, my dear
Your pirouette makes me my head spin
And I don't know if I can bother to stand
Another revolving room (wasn't true)

Act just a little less desperate, my dear
It really doesn't become you so
Sweaty and shaking with your hair undone
And the music playing (wasn't me)

Play just a little more hardball, my dear
Or you'll have to be happy with scraps
Of friends and lovers last days
And stolen kisses (I could see)

Run just a little bit further, my dear
Lest the verbal hand grenades, take out
Yourself. It goes leg then heart
In case you need to know (I can teach)

See just a little more clearly, my dear
Dynamics change, lines crossed each day
But misery is, forever and always
A bad lonely man (you can't reach).