Thinking Too Fast

There's nothing that I overdo
More than seeing someone new.
I can never wait to start “us”,
Impatient to get to the middle of things,
When it would take divine intervention
(Or at least an act of Moses) to part us.
Oh, the places we'll go and the things we'll see,
The respectable boyfriend you'll teach me to be...

I'm thinking too fast again, I think.
My early game's one part that really stinks,
(Though I guess that part really depends.
I also stink at the middle and end.)
So I might try too hard, or even fart.
Then we'll have to make like the Red Sea, and part.