Beyond the spare black curtain The candle and the glow My friend can't get a word in Between the din and the show What's the use of hammering With tooth and nail What's all gone pale From fright? When we're deaf and stammering It's all a pose. At least our clothes Are tight. She second guessed his gesture His threaded bucktooth grin. She falls for men in sweatshirts And boyish boys too thin. Then that Modern Lovers' song Filled up the room. They sang in tune So proud. But that moment petered out; She picked a fight— So what's that line So what's that line About?