Tell me, tell me,
Is this situation grey or black?
You and me,
Pressed against each other,
Deep black curtains,
Shrouding our activity,
Away at someplace,
Your true love awaits,
Yet here you are,
Unhooking black bra,
While here I am,
Unable to decline,
Grey or black,
It’s probably the latter,
But alone I don’t want to be,
So blackened soul it is.