Casablanca

Casablanca.

Change all the locks;
throw away the keys.
You wanted Ingrid;
but I'm afraid you've got me.

I'm just treading water,
not drowning but waving;
I know what I oughtta -
no, I ain't misbehavin'.

Nailed flag to his mast
in penultimate frame,
now rewinding the past
and its intimate games;

cos the fat lady's hoarse -
can't hold out for long;
Ingrid's banished of course
and they're playing our song.