He’s a phlegmatic fellow, kinda mellow,

While you’re so bloody blatant,

Electric yellow,

Limoncello,

Sour morello,

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

Devon!

 

‘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.