Venetian Blinds

Born on the same day
Straight out of Norway
Given the same name
We’re both headed your way
Though you were seethrough
We managed to see you
It’s too good to be true
Three oh oh three eighty three two
You don’t deserve her
You prudent observer
Shouldn’t go further
When half the time
You’re half asleep
What if you don’t mind
Do you expect to find
Counting days and
Counting sheep
Waiting in line
Trying to hide behind
The venetian blinds
The twentieth easter
We caught and released her
Attempted to please her
She said please take your seat sir
Seven years later
We tried to persuade her
The smooth operator
Makes what you made her
When half the time
You’re half asleep
What if you don’t mind
Do you expect to find
Counting days and
Counting sheep
Waiting in line
Trying to hide behind
The white venetian blinds