Hidden love is such a breeze

But part time’s for the birds, and the bees
Are you a man get up off your knees
Shrug it off, son

Though she moans and though she shakes
We both know that when she awakes
All she leaves are cold heartaches
Just shrug her off son

You know you will be fine
The winter’s long
Standing in a line
You’ll hum this song

New tricks but the same old hat
And now it’s “Casey’s turn at bat”
I never wrote a better line than that...