"I aint gonna work on Maggie's Farm no more"- Bobby D
I'm just an innocent-
just a boy in his 40's
naïve to the ways of the world,
don't know any women
just girls.
Thinking cynicism is
a type of spice that
goes on pies
I give it the old college try.
I'm friends with the Sexy Divorcee,
what can I say?
Like a Belle
and Sebastian song,
everything so right but so wrong.
The situation makes me nervous,
but
I haven't promised you anything yet.
I bet she's running late to something better
she hasn't been invited to yet...
I don't see my reflection in many women these days
I doubt I ever will.
But that's part of the thrill
the wait until-
I'm friends with the Sexy Divorcee,
what can I say?
Listen,
I had to get it out my system.
Learn about love
from the one who made
vows,
all retired now
I wanna stick around but I don't know how....
do you know what I mean-
there's no plan,
where there's a will..
do you understand?
I want you to know me
and I'll stay
until-
You say "I do"
and
I say you "do" too.
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