He’s a phlegmatic fellow, kinda mellow,
While you’re so bloody blatant,
Your coat’s so loud he can’t hear himself think!
Oh yes! You’re like chalk and cheese –
You should be bored of each other,
And look to rediscover another
Lover, oh run for cover,
And end this mismatch made in
‘Cos he’s a lazy Sunday afternoon,
And you’re that midweek morning rush,
Too tied up to talk,
Too swamped to smile,
And too self-absorbed to remember his name.