Now, she’s over there upon her side,
And I’m over here upon mine;
If marriages are made of contrasts,
We two should be doing just fine

We’re each of us playing our music,
And getting our musical kicks;
While she’s listening to her Motown,
I’ve got Bartok String Quartet 6

We must have spaces in our marriage
And I think that is for the best;
So while she is dancing and joyous,
I over here bleak and depressed