In the happy days,
We split in our different ways,
but for each night,
We met and together cowered in fright.
We screwed ourselves silly,
And during sex it got chilly.
And after we were done,
We got on our clothes and we began to run!
Off to the darkness,
where we had met.
Until we had gotten to our little sess,
Where we then divided, before the sun did set.
This is what happens each day,
And we never speak of this or say.
Anything about our love life,
No matter what or to who is in our daily strife.