Perhaps there is life in the sun
And the moon is a planet.
Perhaps I don’t like bun
And prefer a crusty baguette.
Perhaps I don’t like crisps
And love those thick greasy chips.
Perhaps you will make up your mind
And I will come unstuck.
Perhaps I still love you
And you think I do not.
Perhaps this is just a dream
And in my stomach not a real knot.
