Mixed Signals

MIXED SIGNALS

Does he really love me?

Does he really care?

Sometimes I feel as useful

As pollutants in the air.

Just what is true and what's a sham with him?

I never do know where I am with him.

He sends me mixed signals,

Mixed signals---

Some say "Maybe",

And some say "Yes".

There's "I really want you"

And "I could care less."

He sends me mixed signals,

Mixed signals---

Some say "Forward"

And some say "Back".

There's "Let's keep our distance"

And "I must attack."

These lovely golden hours---

Or are they merely gilt?

The room is filled with flowers

And suddenly they wilt.

I'm so confused

Since this began,

For I keep getting mixed signals,

Mixed signals

From this infuriating man.

I often catch him watching,
He'll stare at me and gawk.
But is it like a love bird,
Or is it like a hawk?
Am I essential or just gloss to him---
Or, even worse, an albatross to him?

He sends me mixed signals,
Mixed signals---
Some say "Spirit"
And some say "Flesh"---
There's "We fit together"
And "We just don't mesh."
He sends me mixed signals,
Mixed signals---
Yes, he loves me.
He loves me not.
There's "You're so terrific"
And "You're not so hot."
He's often most appealing
And then he's cold as steel.
I must know what he's feeling
So I'll know what to feel.
I wish I knew
What he's about---
Or can these very mixed signals,
Mixed signals
Be ones that I am sending out?

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