So, he described himself as just a bore.
His tender smile kept me occupied.
He sang off-key, I smiled all the more -
he may not last, but I'm still on his side.
I'd love to hear him singing just for me -
he'd grow quite bored himself, I'm sad to say.
I'd let him choose whatever melody
he felt it in his heart to send my way.
How could he bore them? I will never know!
I truly hope he is the one who'll rise.
I've seen these stars how fast they come and go -
but none were quite an angel in my eyes.
He may have bored the masses with that song -
Hang in there, love, you picked a boring song.

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