She likes the bad boys She likes the jazz and the thrill Though that’s not worked out so well But lecturing her to choose some nice guy is just noise
She’s been looking for a while Though for what she’s not sure for she does need nice But the thought of some nice boring gentleman is excruciating
Ever walking on the wild side his life has always been exciting More than once in a while he’s been known to roll the dice Yeah more than a little wild
And though women try reforming him he’ll not give up the wild ways or the toys But incredibly loyal and he’s always treated his women well She’s finally found what she’s needed you can tell With this nicest of bad boys
…Sure we took her home to die There were no doubts in our minds but neither could say, “No” Not speaking our thoughts we didn’t know Each one couldn’t say no, not bearing to see the other cry
Of course it grew worse Once we were home and nurtured her for a while And became so much more attached. We would love her so…
…Oh some day honey we may just get it right And then darlin’ we’ll sail clean out of sight Without any need to wonder where the good life’s gone But in the meantime we’ll just keep strugglin’ on
I’ve heard it said that tough times never last But these that we got sure ain’t goin’ fast Dead in the water or just sailin’ round and round As for progress, we might as well run aground
Lines get drawn and lines get crossed Why do we forget what brought us together? Just looking for more and thinking we’re clever It’s in this way friends are lost
Perhaps we could bear in mind Our futures depend on how we choose Brash words and hasty choices made can lose Good friends are so hard to find
How did we miss each other? Both looking for what a partner could not guess Being human we often fail this kind of test But being human and in love we’ll continue to bother
To try Of ourselves we will demand Because love is more than just the good times
And even in the discordant moments that don’t rhyme We will do it again and We’ll cry
Then try again because we care knowing the pain can’t smother The ever deepening love to which we’ve both confessed Something neither of us would have ever guessed Missed but still with each other
Too old to want advice Too young to know it’s still needed Determined regardless what I pleaded I pray there’s no high price? My little girl That I used to hold in one hand A little bundle I’d cuddle and rock to sleep Her happy cries of glee when I came home would greet My notice her antics did demand She was a dancing swirl…