I canvassed you for a better world.
And pitched you a kiss, to be my girl.

Dislocated chance brought this knuckle ball across home plate. My love danced and swirled, ripped and curled, but was hardly fate.

Shall we play once more, let our hearts love sick? I put my faith with the Jays dancin' in the Fall Classic.

Save the last dance for me? —Rhythm & Blues Jays