Your old lover, Jamie, keeps disappearing. And it hurts so bad. She is too gorgeous to look at And is probably all right. She melts away in the morning. But though I dance along the winding road I am fearless. Now that we're alone. Your in-laws are next in line. If you believe in magic. Your Computer Poet is beautiful, really. And there's no time like the present He is very talented. He doesn't want sympathy. And has no name. If, then, you can peer through London. He expects everything. And I drown in the cliches. Bits of tissue paper will be worth looking for. So consider it done.