We met through a personal ad

Two desperadoes with sad eyes

Putting our pride in our pockets

Pained from others goodbyes

Desperation is a cruel master

Standards plummet to the floor

You tolerate the unacceptable

What you wanted is no more

Half-hearted, we fixed a date

Half a loaf is better than none

I wasn't keen on her manners

Normally she'd want me gone

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