You've got the right image,
but you've got the wrong form.
I never said I wanted perfect,
wasn't lookin' for the norm.
The pictures didn't have to match.
I wouldn't mind a subtle clash.
But if you want it casual,
then dude, I will be factual...
This lady's got a heart to give.
Free for all ain't how I live.
Not that there's much
wrong with that,
I'm just not down to ride a train
on an unclear track.
But I'll quit the stubborn efforts now,
and wipe the sweat off from my brow.
'Cause while I'll hate to,
I'll admit
that you, sir,
you're just not it.
May 18, 2012
May 18, 2012 at 2:40 AM UTC
You've got the right image,
but you've got the wrong form.
I never said I wanted perfect,
wasn't lookin' for the norm.
The pictures didn't have to match.
I wouldn't mind a subtle clash.
But if you want it casual,
then dude, I will be factual...
This lady's got a heart to give.
Free for all ain't how I live.
Not that there's much
wrong with that,
I'm just not down to ride a train
on an unclear track.
But I'll quit the stubborn efforts now,
and wipe the sweat off from my brow.
'Cause while I'll hate to,
I'll admit
that you, sir,
you're just not it.
First draft written February 12, 2012. Work in progress.
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