Once upon a time a lovely maiden did her chores
She cooked and cleaned and washed and dried and wiped down all the floors
And though her Lord looked down at her, ironically this man
Would force himself upon her because when you’re Lord you think you can

He used her for his twisted games, he thought it was alright
Sadly she just let it be, so she could feed her son at night
And so it went for years and years, till finally one day
Her son grew up and saw the truth, saying that “this man must pay”

Despite his mother’s cries and pleas, the son could not forgive
He told her she deserved much more, this was not a way to live
His mom, you see, quick to agree, would never punish him
Her heart was her worst enemy, enabling Lord to live in sin

So the son approached the man, he stood much taller than Lord did
As the Lord said “hello boy, you’ve grown so much since just a kid”
“I know,” son said, “it must be strange, to be on the receiving end”
“Of the games you play at night, I bet your wife won’t comprehend”

“Won’t comprehend the things you do, to satisfy your appetite”
“I can’t imagine how a person does this and then sleeps at night”
“At least it doesn’t matter now, because I give what is deserved”
“What’s that,” you ask? “To be frank, I really hate to touch a nerve”

“But since we’re here I will be clear, this might begin to sting a bit”
“I’ve wanted this for oh so long, because you’re such a *******”
“It’s my turn now, so turn around, this will not end quick I must say”
“This won’t be fun, and when I’m done, this broomstick will make sure you pay”

I want you to know that you aren’t all alone
I want you to know I’m here too
I want you to see all the struggles in me
And I want you to know I love you

There’s nothing at all that could push me away
Though I know it’s not easy to do
It’s not easy to shed all the walls we put up
It’s not easy to face what is true

Out of all the things that you thought I would care
I’m telling you, matter they don’t
There’s no history or torn tattered family tree
That would make me leave you, ‘cause I won’t

I want to know everything, the good and the bad
The person you actually are
I care not for feelings that truth might bring out
I care about chasing this star

All of us, love, have things we regret
Things we’d change, if only we could
But we can’t, so tonight let me say unto you
Let’s move forward, not stand where we stood

A man enters a lonely room, we’ll call him Mr. Bad
Another joins the other, Mr. Goodman, his comrade
They act and play and do the things that all the people do
And every time that Goodman wins folks’ love, Bad smiles too

“Sure it’s great, I do not hate, for Goodman is the best!”
But on the inside, Mr. Bad is beating on his chest
He writhes around until he’s found someone who hates Good too
And plots with them behind the scenes ‘cause that’s what people do

“Come here my dear, now tell me clear, why is it Good you hate?”
Bad asks the girl he found when he pretends they’re on a date
“He’s about him, he’s arrogant, it rubs me the wrong way!”
The words this little lady said what bothered her that day

“I know!” Said Bad, “The facts are had!
To tell you the whole truth
I hate him too, here’s what we’ll do,
we’ll end it in the booth”
And so it went, although Good meant, to only lend a hand
He died that day, I’m sad to say, on this election stand

And so it goes, as we all know, that’s how these things play out
When jealousy, toxicity, takes hold and causes doubt
So if I may, let me please say, if you’re a Mr. Bad
Take my advice: change your life, or you will wish you had.

Hello ma’am, ‘tis nice to know
There’s such a beauty at this show
Next to this aisle seat with me
What’s that, there usher, you disagree?

Please check my ticket, it says right there
That this lady with such fine hair
Is meant to be right at my side
It’s not my making, fate’s our guide

Love, it seems, has made itself
A thing that’s nestled on our shelf
We met, we talked, we kissed, we held
We danced, our love unparalleled

And years later, two turned to three
A lovely, happy, family
Life is but a journey, yes
So please, be happy, and do not stress

So sorely do we wish to find
A person who’s just like our kind
Someone who’s just as weird as us
That we can know and love and trust

A person that just lets us be
And even when we disagree
They know that we’re still meant for them
They do not argue and condemn

Because when love is tried and true
It is not only about you
It is a union that you share
A contract, where you’re both aware

That life is meant for everyone
And when our time is gone and done
You’ll find that what we all should do
Is live it not with one, but two