Back in the days of black and white,
It was all cut and dried,
All it took was the shock of an ankle bared
Red hot lipstick, a shared cigarette,
Melodious harmonies created on the big screen,
Ingrid Bergman, James Dean,
All they had to do was smoulder up there
A Marilyn wiggle of the derrier.
Now in the world of match dot com
I sit here thinking-where did we go wrong?
Where’s the electricity, the passion, the innocence?
They had on the flickering screen? The Presence?
It’s just a story of boy meets girl.
Does it happen in this modern world?