lost before found

Though I believe you to be an agent of destiny
You seem to actually work for the agency
What little charm there is in bureaucracy
You
Tapped
Dear
And enticed me

But you should know the whimsy of my gender
And though were sweet and were gentle and tender
We’re all as fickle as a money lenders
And then
I’m sorry
But we’re lost dear

So I think we should pause in this silly game
And admit there’s a flaw in this cupid aim
Because even when I’m timid
I’ll never be tame
And
Now
I’m sorry
But you’ve lost me dear.