I’m Not Gonna Fall In Love With You

Love

I’m not gonna fall in love with you,
Though every single time we meet,
I think your auburn hair smells sweet,
Which makes it hard to think, a bit,
Of anything but touching it.

I’m not gonna fall in love with you,
Though seeing your photo drives me barmy,
I’d rather drink bromide and join the army,
I mean, I don’t want to do that but even still,
Fighting my feelings is practice drill.

I’m not gonna fall in love with you,
There’s so many problems, it’s such hard work,
I’d hare around like a thing berserk,
Besides, if I even came near you,
Your boyfriend would beat me black and blue.

So, I’m not gonna fall in love with you,
I’ll never sing your praises many,
And you can bet there won’t be any,
Of those soppy poems that make you sigh…
Balls! I’ve just written one, haven’t I?

© Paul Ferry 2006

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