Love Undercover

Experimental.

You're very temperamental.

The better man holdeth the candle over the Shopkeeper's technical head.

"Oooo," a Pterodactyl.

The injury is interfractal.

Nobody wants to be practical when you're going to end up dead.

And you cry,

"This or the other?"

"The city or the suburbs?"

The rock, paper, scissors of love undercover.

Your mystique is periodical

From trying to be so methodical.

How about being logical for a change?

You're biting your nails to the cuticle

From slaving away in your cubicle.

Now you're trapped in your sick own game of ball and chain.

And you cry,

"This or the other?"

"The city or the suburbs?"

The rock, paper, scissors of love undercover.