I was sure
what I was putting out
was just about enough to get by
& what she was giving back
was hardly more
than the old college try
but she kept on coming by
knocking my door
finding my hiding spots
late nights offering rides
dive bars down at the docks
wearing the things she knew
drove my desires
she was married to another
a man did who not seem to mind
yet I felt I was being unkind
despite reassurances all night
I tried to get away
find another take my thoughts
in new directions
but those knocks at the door
visions of stockings in my head
her lying open in my bed
made me realise
how weak I really was
my willpower drifting past
no foolin’ I was lost gone
waiting for her to get bored
move on