Had To

Urban cowboy

Dancin’ cowboy

Made you forget your own name

Dancin’ cowboy

Handsome cowboy

You are in his game

Don’t forget your own name!

Write your story

Have your glory

Listen to that song

What ever was it after all

That kept on going wrong…

Ah, who knows, and who really cares?

Who cares anymore

Just shut that door

Had to

Had to

Had to

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Walking Shoes

I’m so heartbroken over you

Might never really be whole

I don’t know how you got to me

So thoroughly into my soul

 

If only I hadn’t listened

To all those things that you said

If only I hadn’t let you

Get so inside my head

 

Muddle through the day

But what’s a lady to do?!

Wander around so lost

Can’t quite get over you

 

Have to get up and out

Put on my walking shoes

Get on with life anyway

Work on changing my views

Impetuous Man

Impetuous man at my door

Impatient man asking for more

A risk taker who’s weighed the odds

Checked his conscience, checked his gods

Stands at the threshold with a careless grin

Looks around before coming in

Then seated there, he looks at ease

No one but himself to please

Stepping lightly, I avoid his glance

He sees me then, sees his chance

He stares at me and I at him

The odds are good more than slim

He’s suddenly in front of me

Standing there he’s touching me

Pressed against me he is grand

I feel the need I take his hand

He walks with me down the hall

He presses me against the wall

Impetuous man how he groans

Impatient man how he moans

He’s the one who leads the game

Moaning too, I say his name

For this moment he is mine

The timing’s right and this is fine

But of course he must go

When he’ll return, I do not know

Impetuous man at my door

Impatient man asking for more

The Terms

He gets all the credit

She gets all the blame

He gets to keep his pride

She gets to live in shame

 

He gets all the assets

She gets all the debt

Her sins are not forgiven

His we must forget

 

He gets to keep his freedom

He gets all the glory

She gets to be his servant

She must not tell her story

 

He gets to keep his privacy

He gets to be the boss

She is under scrutiny

She must accept the loss

 

He gets to have his fun

She gets to clean up shit

She must not object

Or complain a little bit

 

He gets to name the terms

He gets to say it’s so

Does anybody wonder

Why she might want to go?

See Ya

I’ll be on my way now, Cowboy

See ya, see ya

Too busy for this game

See ya, see ya

 

Don’t want your money, Darlin’

Keep it, keep it –

Can’t buy my happiness, Baby

Need it, need it

 

Don’t want your big house, Baby

Keep it, keep it

Can’t buy my happiness, Darlin’

Need it, need it

 

Don’t want your attitude, Honey

Keep it, keep it

Can’t buy my dignity, Sweetie

Need it, need it

 

Can’t sell my soul, Sugar

Need it, need it

Can’t sell my soul, Cupcake

Need it, need it

 

I’ll be on my way now, Cowboy

See ya, see ya

Too busy for this game

See ya, see ya

Sometimes They Hide

When Luck and Timing are both on my side

Then it’s only just for me to decide

To look for those gals

Cause sometimes they hide

Just around the corner and up along the bend

There they are with a hand to lend

Those beautiful gals are such a delight

When they smile on you, everything’s all right

The cool part is that they smile a lot

They remind me often of the favors I’ve got

With dear Good Timing and sweet Good Luck

I need never fear that I’d ever be stuck

They flutter like fairies

On a sunset that tarries

And each of them carries

An aura of pleasure

And joys to be had

Because nothing can ever turn out too bad

When those beautiful gals are both on my side

Even though it seems that sometimes they hide.

A Rainy Day

A rainy day is a day for sleep

A lonely heart has cause to weep

The love you have is all you may keep

 

A rainy day is a day for reflection

Empty arms long for affection

Will the love in your heart still offer direction?

 

On a rainy day such as this

Is it wrong to still remember his kiss?

It’s something I feel I would always miss

 

On a rainy day with a drowsy dream

That tastes of honey and peaches and cream

But we’ve grown apart in each other’s esteem

 

It isn’t the way either one of us said

He’s taken another into his bed

Into his arms and into his head

 

One more step and she’ll have his heart

And we’ll be divided, even more apart

Perhaps she’s sweet, the little tart

 

Who am I kidding? It was bound to be

One of many, to him – that is me

And not the prettiest for him to see

 

His love is gone and I’m flat alone

So sleep is best thing I condone

Sleep next to the dear old telephone

 

To get out of this world and away from the pain

Until I wake up all alone again

And I have to keep trying forever and then-

 

Then try some more not to be sad

And not think about what the two of us had

Try to look for cause to be glad

 

Until a rainy day brings cause to sleep

And I go to my dreams – my dreams are deep.

For my lonely heart has cause to weep.

 

Her Balcony

In the mornings on her balcony

She enjoys her precious privacy

Early risen, up at dawn

One good stretch, one good yawn

A cup of coffee in solitude

In an early morning mood

Most of the world is not awake

This quiet time she likes to take

In the mornings on her balcony

A cactus blooms so beautifully

Night blooming cactus, early dawn

As she awakens with another yawn

She wants to stay here, freeze this frame

She wants tomorrow to be the same

Pure and fresh as morning dew

Soft sweet air, a lovely view

In the mornings on her balcony

Birds are singing happily

She is free with no disguise

But alas, the sun will rise

The solitude will fade away

As others too, begin their day

But still she has the memory

Of mornings on her balcony

Why I Sing The Blues

For all the times my mama cried

For all the times my husband lied

For all the times I died inside

 

That’s why I sing The Blues

That’s why I sing The Blues

 

For all the times all hope was lost

For all the tears betrayal cost

For all the ways my heart was tossed

 

That’s why I sing The Blues

That’s why I sing The Blues

 

For when I tried and tried again

For all we knew from way back then

For all that was and could have been

 

That’s why I sing The Blues

That’s why I sing The Blues

 

For all that deep and dark despair

For all the times he didn’t care

Forgotten love who didn’t dare

 

That’s why I sing The Blues

That’s why I sing The Blues

The Whole Enchilada

He got me there

Starts with a stare

All so unfair

But I wanted it

 

Wrestled and fought

Never was caught

Was all for naught

But I wanted it

 

Damn what a tiff

Edge of the cliff

What if, what if?

I still wanted it

 

This could work

Don’t be a jerk

Another quirk

I still wanted it

 

Really a thug

A sexy mug

He’s like a drug

And she wanted it

 

And pretty quick

He’s such a dick

It’s getting thick

But she wanted it

 

He got her there

Starts with a stare

All so unfair

But she wanted it

 

A piece of me

Is never free

It’ll always be

That I wanted it

 

But in the end

He’s not a friend

Lady can bend

Though I wanted it

 

Helluva dance

A bygone chance

Stopped with a glance

Not wanting it