Why am I nervous?
Walking down the street
Getting into my car
Walking down the isle in a grocery store
Remember always, don’t ever park far
You know you’re the kind of girl men will adore
Martial arts, spend the money
Promise dad I’ll try but you know
Nothing will change men’s hunger for honey
It’s not just the boys that call out from their cars
Or the old men that stumble home from the bars
It’s the man who asks for help with a plan for the night
And steps into the elevator, a situation just right
It’s an old friend who you just knew you could trust
And never would have guessed that family love to be lust
It’s the tutor that had stuck by you for years
That taught you to learn and to conquer your fears
Who says wow you’ve grown, you’re more full than before, and your clothes fit much tighter
Again that was four years before
Ironic when it turns out the final lesson he taught
Was to never assume a man to be who you thought