She thinks about a boy she knew
Some thought an ignoramus;
He loved her rocky, yes, but true,
Before she was so famous

For image now is everything,
But it’s not really fair:
To build your everything from stuff
That isn’t really
There

He was in love with her when she
Was just a starving actress;
They rode their love out fitfully
On one three-coil mattress

He sees her up there, on the screen,
And knows he’s been her lover;
But screens, he’s learned, are fickle things,
And sometimes just
A cover