you always wear black don’t you?
at least she’d noticed me I thought
don’t you ever wear colours?
thinking take me home make me all yours
you can dress me in any shade you like
the strong silent type eh?
it’s just I got nothing to say
I’m not picking apart your clothing choice
you wear what you wear I don’t care
& I’ll go about my day
what a rotten thing to say you don’t care
I could hear her words floating
as I gently walked away
when a man in black has a funeral to go to
the lady did not give much reason to stay