We do as we do,
stay still and the mildew will get you,move on,get the rush,push people aside,ride on the left wing of what today may or may not bring,sing if you want to,I do,out of tune at the moon I don't give a ****,I'm a man,so they say,I may prove that some day,I might not,I might stay the boychild,live free and live wild,pick my nose or my toes I have not yet decided,but there's time to uncover those things made to smother me,I only seek love and affection,the perfection of womanhood is what I think will do me good and it does.

She understands me,measures me in cough drops,says that I am the tops and she has the cream,she's seen me at my best and when things come to test me,she's with me,guiding,to stop me from sliding,and I love her for that and the fact that's she's gorgeous has no bearing at all.

If I fall she will chide me,once again she will guide me,I confide this to few,without her what would I do?
I'd be lost in a place where my face wouldn't fit.
I sit back to smile at her,she watches me in the chair and I love her for that,too.