Some things we simply must stand for   Power goes to the chords   And such a stately whole node as yours   At least widely touted as such   Some things we simply must stand for   Power goes to the chords   And the semiprecious half-node as yours   At least highly regarded as such   But Melanie went gold   She won't accept your best wishes any more   And Jennifer, your halter top   A consecrated altar   But I've wrung my hands and knees in shame there one too many times   And what specifically about me made you choose to occupy the most absent stage of beauty   So complete and so serene and so sweet?   You'll be new at what you do for a long time   Still victory isn't mine   I've traced your every move   Then erased them with a cartographer's drunken haste   But Melanie went gold   She won't accept your best wishes any more   And Jennifer, your halter top   A consecrated altar   But I've wrung my hands and knees in shame there one too many times   And what specifically about me made you choose to occupy the most absent stage of beauty   So innocuous, so complete and so sweet?