It's a shame that I don't love you better Fateful words emblazoned on your sweater Made to move him From a distance Every line to outline your resistance.
Jennifer, why do you have to be so taciturn?
Fortunately he tries to placate her Tying notes to broken kitchenalia The way the ink blots On the sink stops Him from carving thoughts into the worktops
Jennifer, why do you have to be so taciturn?
The knots she ties In almost all her clothes Are growing greater by the day
Her April showers Will have soon devoured The alacrity of May.
Jennifer, why do you have to be so taciturn?
It was always going to end like this It was always going to end like...
