Rene and Georgette Magritte
With their dog after the war.
Returned to their hotel suite,
And they unlocked the door.
Easily losing their evening clothes,
They danced by the light of the moon.
To the Penguins, the Moonglows,
The Orioles, and The Five Satins.
The deep forbidden music
They'd been longing for.
Rene and Georgette Magritte,
With their dog after the war.

*Ah, Spike, I can still feel you. The way you used to trace my lips with your fingers, daring me to bite them. I always would, and then you'd pout. I, of course, would have to kiss away that moue. And you were never content with one kiss, and soon we were a tangle of skin and cries to heaven. When it was over, you'd lick your fingers and grin. And so would I.*

*I never minded those games.*

Rene and Georgette Magritte,
With their dog after the war.
Were strolling down Christopher Street,
When they stopped in a men's store.
With all of the mannequins dressed in the style,
That brought tears to their immigrant eyes.
Just like The Penguins, the Moonglows,
The Orioles, and The Five Satins.
The easy stream of laughter
Flowing through the air.
Rene and Georgette Magritte,
With their dog apres la guerre.

*Then there were the times you'd help me with Dru, holding the knives while I ripped her open. You never really understood the attraction; oh, pain you knew well and cherished, but the mindless agony she preferred? I honestly think it disgusted you. It didn't bother me, but then I was a monster. Looking back, I often wonder if you lost all of your soul when I turned you. Every so often I saw a glimmer, some unearthly light in your eyes as you hesitated, paused before killing. It was like you knew, *knew* it was wrong in the way that humans know killing is wrong. I hope I'm not right, though, and that you never suffered, even for an instant. All the gods know how much you're suffering now.*

Side by side,
They fell asleep.
Decades gliding by like Indians;
Time is cheap.
When they wake up they will find
All their personal belongings
Have intertwined.

*We were inseparable, you and I. That is, until the curse. What we had was strong, but not that strong. I could not stand the blood on your hands and you could not abide my pathetic existence. But I never stopped loving you. In Sunnydale, the hardest thing I ever did was to deny you. I was your Yoda. Yes, I've seen that movie. But it was best for both of us. You would have never stayed with me and my soul, and I would have sought to change you so that I could stand to be near you.*

Oh Rene and Georgette Magritte,
With their dog after the war.
Were dining with the power elite,
And they looked in their bedroom drawer.
And what do you think
They have hidden away
In the cabinet cold of their hearts?
The Penguins, the Moonglows,
The Orioles, and The Five Satins.
For now and ever after,
As it was before.
Rene and Georgette Magritte,
With their dog after the war.

*I wish I could stay angry with you, Spike. I know I'm supposed to. Just like I'm supposed to stay in love with Cordelia. Or Buffy, for that matter. But I can't hold you in contempt. Each time I try to push you into the corner of my mind that houses Darla and the Master and Penn, I see those innocent blue eyes, asking me what you've done wrong. Wondering how to make it right.*

*And I get lost all over again.*