Good Game

Ravages of our repartee 
Cuts us up like swordplay 
When I was a teenager 
we called it negging 
Putting someone down 
you're down for bedding 

Does that old playbook still apply 
Because between you and I 
Some of your put downs really hurt 
and some of mine made me 
feel like a jerk 

"You're not even six feet" you say
"And your smile's all crooked"

"Where's your alpha vibe" I retort 
"Guess some little bitch took it" 

Are we still playing with each other 
Should it end, should we say "good game" 
or do we just go on forever 
dragging each other by the name 

You say my cologne is a poisonous cloud 
I tell you most men wouldn't
cake on so much mascara and blush 
Your blue-greens narrow with anger 
I pretend it's not alluring but 
I've definitely got a crush 

I definitely get you excited 
I can tell cos you're wearing sweats 
There's a bounce happening inside them 
about as obvious as it gets 
when I tell you that you got troll feet 
without mentioning that so do I 
or when I say you got a pig face 
without mentioning pigs are cutie pies 

Could it be the words aren't registering 
as much as the fact we're still here talking 
We both had other plans, didn't we 
But what we started isn't stopping 

You say I got a bald spot 
like it's just the sword stroke to finish me 
I say you got a brainless spot 
In your head and I hear wind whistling 

I think you're gonna come back with another attack 
but instead you say "Are you hungry?" 
I ask if it's a trick question and 
you say "Nah, trick, I'm just wondering"

I'm taken aback for a second 
Not tricking me was one slick trick 
But I say "yeah, I could eat, what 
should we do about it" 

We agree to go get some burgers 
and call a truce on the verbal jousting 
It lasts until after we work
the calories off in bed 
and you call me out for
a clumsy dismounting