Women gets together and ask,
where have all the good men gone?
And they states they either marry or taken.

When in truth many exist still in the world.
But they must question many things about themselves.

A man that quiet.
Wouldn't want a woman that argues constantly.
Probably one that hardly does.

Or one that can't trust him.
But wants him to trust her.

Good men live according to those they date.

The kind that gives him space.
And feel secure to let him be him.
Once you assured he's not out to hurt you.

A good man isn't afraid to be with his.
As long as she makes time for him.
But not according to their friends.

Sometimes being alone with one another.
Creates adventures to built upon.
And sometimes the best of friends get in the way.

A good man places the feeling of his woman first.
Always will.
Always have.
That's the quality of a good man.

Words said to harm her.
Is put to a halt by the love of him

It's not that all good men are taken.
It just some women is basing their search on the man of their friends.

Cause before they found him.
He was just an ordinary man.
Changed by the love of a good woman.

You know those times when you're always like
"why are you smiling at me? I didn't even do anything"
But ya know, you did
The day that I found out that you exist
Since that day, I haven't been able to stop smiling
Yeah
*Your existance fills me with joy

Shake dreams from your hair
My pretty child, my sweet one.
Choose the day and
choose the sign of your day
The day’s divinity
First thing you see.
A vast radiant beach
in a cool jeweled moon
Couples naked race down by it’s quiet side
And we laugh like soft, mad children
Smug in the woolly cotton brains of infancy
The music and voices are all around us.
Choose, they croon, the Ancient Ones
The time has come again
Choose now, they croon,
Beneath the moon
Beside an ancient lake
Enter again the sweet forest
Enter the hot dream
Come with us
Everything is broken up and dances.