A kiss in a letter A spot on a map An unknown identity Enormous credibility gap Our story a novel A roman a clef A neverending love of puns and wordplay Who is who When all meaning is at bay And I know your style now And you know what they say What goes around Will come your way... I am the X now You are the next now To be a text that I will easily break down Your baby was lowbrow Look what you've done now You can't cross out your mistakes with an X. Two slanting crosses On your x-ray eyes My faults are multiplied No suspense and no surprise And your love was pleasure but I wanted bliss It is an open ending I always miss Not a firm, Unfit for minors kiss. And I know your style now And you know what they say What goes around Will come your way... I am the X now You are the next now To be a text that I will easily break down Your baby was lowbrow Look what you've done now You can't cross out your mistakes with an X. The good old X The good old text Every story is already perplexed.