MISTAKEN IDENTITY

I thought I saw you tonight.

It wasn't you, though.

She was younger

and cuter

and friendlier than you.

She didn't laugh at me the way you would

when I went up to her and asked her out.

She was better than you,

I think.

Better for me, certainly

and she didn't make me guilty for looking at another woman

- since it was, after all, her.

She was nice and beautiful and sweet

and she left me wanting to know more about her

so she was a lot like you.

Anyway, I thought I'd let you know

and make sure

that maybe you weren't wearing a disguise tonight�