If you stop,

Once again,

To call your mamma,

While making love,

I shall have to complain.

 

To the highest authorities,

Of the land,

I will send my petition.

 

And if it should,

Through short-sighted tradition,

Or bumbling inadequacy,

Be rejected,

Then I will judge and jury be,

And proclaim to the world,

That when we are together,

Entwined, enwrapped,

We remain just us,

Just us two,

Just us.