For a moment, just a moment,
I believed you could love me;
I felt you were sitting
Beside, not above me.

Was it when your hot hand touched my arm?
Or maybe as you paid for both of us?
Perhaps when we were sitting there, all three
I knew at last that somebody loves me.

But as soon as I left you,
I stumbled upon it;
The knowledge of certain
Unloveable longing.

But many thanks for Thursday's evening out -
It's all that I can do to not cry out,
To sing your praises to the smiling moon,
To skip with joyous giggles from your room.