He huffed, she puffed, and sat at two corners
He'd steal a look when she was not looking
She had a dainty masterpiece cooking
To reel in the heart of her wild charmer
She'll give him the cold shoulder, not look back
Leave him wondering if she gave a damn
Would he fight for her, would he choose to scram?
Her sweet tactic was the perfect attack
And he'd want her to turn around and weep
"My gentle darling, please come back to me"
He'd wait and wait for her to fall on key
But she was clever enough not to peep
They turn around and laugh the final scene
How lover's quarrel could turn them so green!
