There is too much ceremony between us
From the pleasant "How are you?"
To the "I'll see you later"
With a closed-mouthed kiss
But in those tight lips
We keep the words we want to say
The pledges of undying love
And cherished friendship
But we don't dare speak them
For we fear the words
Want match those spoken by the other
And we stick to the routine
Like we're dancing a number
From an old musical