Your heart house the grit and the guts,
But you aren't ready to respond tooth for tooth
Africa told me you are combative And stubborn
But you instead coil yourself into a rag ...
Suppose, my dear, that you were I
And by your side your sweetheart sate;
Suppose you noticed by and by
The distance 'twixt you were too great;
Now tell me, dear, what would you do?
I know-and so do you.