moeilijk moeilijk

pffff... man - vrouw... Het is niet simpel!
Te traag, te snel, te... altijd wel iets met 'te':)
Ik ben echt hopeloos in dit soort zaken.

Wanneer ben je samen?
Wanneer mag je iemand aanraken? Een kus geven? Voorstellen aan familie?...

Wanneer mag je persoonlijke vragen stellen, interesse tonen, plagen, ... ?

Wat kan en mag er gebeuren op een vierde date?
En hoeveel keer elkaar zien in een week is te veel?

Wat is te snel?

pffff, moeilijk moeilijk!

Send in the clowns

Isn't it rich?
Are we a pair?
Me here at last on the ground,
You in mid-air.
Send in the clowns.

Isn't it bliss?
Don't you approve?
One who keeps tearing around,
One who can't move.
Where are the clowns?
Send in the clowns.

Just when I'd stopped opening doors,
Finally knowing the one that I wanted was yours,
Making my entrance again with my usual flair,
Sure of my lines,
No one is there.

Don't you love farce?
My fault I fear.
I thought that you'd want what I want.
Sorry, my dear.
But where are the clowns?
Quick, send in the clowns.
Don't bother, they're here.

Isn't it rich?
Isn't it queer,
Losing my timing this late
In my career?
And where are the clowns?
There ought to be clowns.
Well, maybe next year.