At the door, so very sure
upon my right hand pulling the handle
my left would lay upon your back,
guiding you through, perfectly
it would feel, still that might send
you running for the hills.
Like a fool, I stood there
with not much cool, allowing you
to pull that damn door, feeling like a laborious chore
But still, what could I do?
Give me a sign, step to the side
letting me pull, I will gladly
Only if I knew, it was the right
thing to do! Don't laugh at me...
I tell you, this is true!
Until next time, my dear.
