Originally from the Subway Diary, 16 Apr 1998
I loved your pretty, auburn hair.
Your smile, so bewitchin'.
And while I had a wild affair,
I kept you in the kitchen.

I'm sorry I left you for a woman half your age,

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I love the way you grin at me,
The charming things you do.
I wish we could get married--
Too bad that you're a Jew.

Please never come near my house again,

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On your 16th birthday...

I'm sorry if I hurt you, but
My friends all called me "fairy."
I had to prove I was a man,
And so I popped your cherry.

Sorry I never talked to you after, and told everyone at school,