Many moons later 
I still cried over the date
Trusting too much
Yearning for your touch

Calling me the failure
I buy it no longer
There was a woman there
Summoned to your lair

You're smart and blessed
But give it a rest
I'm not a naiive girl anymore
Even though I'm still twenty four

You will never change
Quite shallow despite your age
Women flow in and out
There's always one floating about