I am not a successful hero
I am not a financially stable prince
I am single man
A man whose made
His share of mistakes
and continues to make them.
My life is not the standard
cookie-cutter pattern it seems
most of the women here seem to want.
No, my life is that
winding
twisting
unexplored
possibly dangerous
most likely adventurous
and exciting road
to many are afraid to brave.
I don’t own a house with a white picket fence
I rent an apartment.
I don’t drive a sports car with tinted windows
I drive a Ford whose steering is out
I don’t own some large corporation
I’m no lawyer, doctor, or rich playboy
I’m a salesman by day…
dreamer by night
and an artist who can’t find his
pen
paint brush
canvas
or piano.
What I’m trying to say
If I’m saying anything at all
Is that I am a real imperfect human being
Looking for
love,
friendship,
sex,
conversation,
understanding,
forgiveness,
honesty,
beauty,
and cheer.
Quote the song:
“You don't have to be rich
To be my girl
You don't have to be cool
To rule my world
Ain't no particular sign I'm more compatible with
I just want your extra time and your
Kiss.”