The yang to my yin
Has gone and done it again
Left my heart broken and bruised

Took me out swimming
And left me to drown
In tears, blood, sweat and booze

She can quote all the talking heads
She only listens to NPR
She’ll get talking religion and politics
After three martinis
At her favorite bar

She’s into transcendental meditation
The proletariat’s revolution
And Dutch chocolate ice cream
She has a big ass and a brain
Beneath a red head
This girl is my wet dream

She digs Palahniuk, Heinlein
And HST
But she sure as shit don’t dig me
Makes it rather unfortunate
That she is the yang to my yin