Jeff Stumpo Villanelle with unrequited narcissism

Could miss you but I don't, so,
baby, sweet baby, sweet little baby,
let the lights go

out over LA, New York, Boston, Chicago.
Let those other men know they maybe
could miss you too, but I don't, so

keep on calling.I'm not at home.
You thought you'd make this a carnival fantasy,
let the lights go

rolling on like a merry-go-round, oh,
rolling on like a ferris wheel.
Could miss you but I don't so

much miss you as know the itch of you, though
you weren't no dog in heat. Baby, please
let the lights go.

Let that hope down slow.
I'm rolling on like a stone, see?
Could miss you but I don't, so
let the lights go.

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