I feel a deep need to make something crystal clear
I would not hang out with myself of yesteryear
And if we're being fair and ninety degrees square
She would not hang out with me, neither here nor there

If the me of now ran into the me of then
It would be like bulls in a miniature pen
If we were to meet up, we'd most certainly fight
I would call her dense, and she would call me uptight

She would see an old square in what is well rounded
She would...