Hey.

Hey, boy- watch your girl:
She's got some awful news to tell.
Hey, girl- what's the story?
Are you afraid that he might yell?

The midnight hour, growing near.
Her favorite hour, tinged with fear.
It's hiding in a book of prose,
Out must come now the sharpes rose.
(The sharpest prose.)

Hey, boy- you're in dire need:
Advice, a warning, words to heed.
I'll tell you now that she speaks lies-
With every word her conscience dies.

She's got your heart in the palm of her hand.
Your soul is wrapped around her promise band.
The promise, broken before she spoke.
A broken promise still shouldn't be revoked.

Why would she cause her poor boy such distress?
She looks the part, but know she's no princess.
Yet you insist on spending one more night?
I'd try to stop you; it's just not worth the fight.

((This one is old... I found it, randomly. Thought I'd put it up.))