I wonder often-
if I will ever get ahead
Not wonder how the next paycheck-
Will pay for the car loan, insurance, daycare.
And of course, the mortgage.
The Super moon hovers over me-
But I wish it would absorb some of these bills.

I hear your voice again
And the world closes in.

A girl named Mc Stickle
Was in quite a pickle
This girl had every reason to hide
Her lines wouldn't work
For attention, she twerked
Oh this girl, oh this generation, oh my.

Old fashioned love songs play in the distance.
Hear the soft crackle of the record player.
That would be my favorite sound,
if it wasn't for you
sitting here
conversing with me.
Under the lights, sitting under a birch tree,
what a blissful night this has come to be.

It isn’t easy to love a girl
Who gives it up too much,
It takes a strong and open mind
To see beyond her crutch
To love her with an open heart
And forget those other’s touch