Sweet young thing
with your belly button ring,
I’m to old to be your man,
aren’t I?????
What else could
you want from me?
I’m not sure,
but I think I see.
I’ve shown you
a good time or two,
and you are very hot,
that much is true,
but I don’t think
I’m your type,
unless you can
convince me that
I am wrong.
Do you think you want a crack
at this old rusty, dusty,
used and abused heart?
I have to tell you,
it’s not in
the greatest shape,
and it’s not a toy,
with which to play,
and I don’t take
such things lightly.
I run on my heart,
and don’t think with
the other head,
and if there isn’t love,
there will be no bed,
so if you want to try
to win my heart,
I guess you have made
a pretty good start,
but you will truly
have to earn it.
So if you don’t mean it
don’t even head
down that road,
cause I’m much to old,
to play anymore heart games.
