My Mad Man

Yes, that's my Man

   Wears his Beard in Handle Bar Fashion

Rugged, cowboy Fashion

   My Mad Man, wears his 

Wretched heart on his Nirvana t-shirt

   Waiting... For a Girl who's 

Sick of those times when her POSH parents

Stuffed her in a stifling Pink 

         Church dress

That ceremony, Oh that Matrimony

   Touching, it was 

       I wore that Dress mom said was too short,

Short lived 'cause only after a day

Bruises were the only thing I was wearing.

    My mad Man,

Head over heels for Skirts, like me - Girls Like me

  Who Breathes in Hope, Passion, and a Future

But only Exhales sex, drugs

And parents who Only care when Jail's in the picture

   Mad Man,

Don't watch me

   Don't touch me

Keep your beer in your hand. Keep your eyes on the road

   No matter how Big your wallet is

             I won't turn

For that Girl who grew too fast

      Let that Mad Man touch her

Bribe Her,

Gave her the drink of Skewed Perception

    Intercepted His lips with Hers, and left her to be a 

Mad woman

 Who sold her soul just for that Boy- man

   She called her Boyfriend

So sorry mad Man.

   I'm not looking to be Mad