Sugar And Spice And Somethings Briefly Nice

By Martin Bemberg

I remember this one time...
I was sugar, you were spice.
It was pretty nice.

Now oh so happy light, with plumbum chest, its ticks quite heavy
For the many marathons too far (but too far for whom?),
And who would ask for more can ask the past
What one might miss, what one might
In some somewhat likely future kiss and find.

Oh, really?
Oh, nevermind.

I am really good at wanting things I cannot have,
Or so say miles.
I am really swell at manufactured smiles and twisting wiles,
At least until they walk away or even charge and even while disarming.

And I am great at showing you your charming ways,
At giving you for days but just a few my lusting ear,
And especially gifted in saying this and saying so in song,
"So whisper here,"

And I am by far the best at saying,
"It is okay, I now hear, for you to say goodbye,
My Dar, my dear."

I remember this one time...
I was sugar, you were spice.
It was pretty nice,

Which one might miss, which one might
In some somewhat likely future kiss and find.

Oh, really?
Oh, nevermind.