My Dear Mabel

Oh, how, how I wish we hadn't done

The things we did at your place last night, my dear Mabel

Those wonderful things we did

In your bed and on your kitchen table

For I fear, I fear that without realizing,

We might have begun weaving a web

From which we might well struggle to disentangle

My plan: we would just hook up for the night and then be done

But when I took the walk of shame I felt alone, that it was wrong

And that those moments without you were far too long

And now I wish your kitchen table had been too small