The ********

There's a brand new man in town

He shares in my interests

He's a handsome, well-fed clown

Got his eyes on desert

"Why don't you come over

So you can hear me?"

"You're a snake in the grass

I don't want you near me"

Well he said, "You've got me wrong

It's not her I am after"

There's an argument that says

Everyone is a little bit

You know

Well I shuffle in my seat

And I had to admit it

He was more like me than me

And I couldn't forget it

Well he moved on to the sofa

And I avoided all his glances

And I concentrated on her

I shift from side to side

And I mumble like a child

And I contemplate disaster