It was a recipe for disaster,
A four-course meal of no-sirree.
It seemed that happily ever after,
Was happy everyone was after me.
It was a cup of good intentions,
A tablespoon of one big mess.
A dash of overreaction...
And I assume you know the rest.
One little slip, one little slip.
It was a fusion of confusion,
With a few confounding things.
I guess I probably took the wrong direction,
Well I admit I might have missed a sign or two,
I ran a light past your affection,
At humiliation avenue.
I took a right turn at confusion,
A left when I should have gone straight on through,
I ran ahead with my assumptions...
And we all know what that ca