Parte IX
If Jane had walked into her office at that moment she would have thrown the stapler at him again. She was furious over what had happened with Lorelei Martins. "I think you're a little bit in love with her," she had said. Lisbon snorted. Jane in love with someone? Sure he had gone out with Fry, and that had been doomed from the start; their spiritual beliefs had been an immovable obstacle. And Jane in love with her? Please. And even if it were true, which it was not, she was not in love with him. The man was a puzzle and a charlatan. They had practically nothing in common, she mentally declared. A relationship between them would fall apart on the first date. Heck, it would fall apart before they even made it to the first date. Jane would never ask her out and she would never want him to, especially after the most recent fiasco.
But if that was all true, why was she getting so angry about romantic allegations made by a Red John Disciple?
I'm getting mixed signals from him
It's like he's shouting "Drown! Stop! Swim!"
I've never met someone so strange
I'd have to move a mountain range
To see the man he is at heart
And I don't know where I should start
And I don't know why I should start
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After all, he's just another man
I've known scores who are better
Who don't brush off each fetter of the law like it's a fly
So why?
Why am I thinking of this right now?
What is it about this man?
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He does as much as he ever can
To drive me and others nuts
I'll give him that he's got guts, often using them to lie
And why?
Why am I thinking of this right now?
Is it just because he can?
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And why should I bother my head about him?
It just helps me find new reasons to doubt him
Yet why should I care if I do or not?
Why am I thinking of him a lot?
I've read fairy tales—they make me wince
I'm not waiting around from some dumb prince
I've been in love before—or thought I was
But this is not love and I know because
People in love do not act this way
Driving each other up a wall each day
Often I'm perfectly ready to clout him
Yet it's hard to think now of life without him
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I shudder each time he makes a plan
But help put it in effect
Does it increase his respect or show I'm easy to ply?
And why?
Why am I thinking of this right now?
Does he have some other plan?
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Inner pains are flames he likes to fan
And he plays with emotion
Testing all the devotion I have (and try to deny)
But why?
Why am I thinking of this right now?
What am I, his biggest fan?
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That man is just so frustrating
His goal's to be irritating
Yet I can't stay enraged for long
Or dump him when something goes wrong
No matter what, I'm always there
And I don't know why I should care
What does it mean if I do care?
