Speedway Boy

she seemed like the genuine article

the woman I could love and respect

far from my previous experiences

which were what you might expect

 

I was a roamer and a schemer

bouncing off women like a ball

on a speedway of hit and miss

love was not on the radar at all

 

at first glance she was different

quality in the areas that matter

but with a je ne sais quois that

made my heart go pitter-patter

 

as the first one that touched me

I wanted for Lisa the very best

she could do no wrong for me

she was different from the rest

 

jealousy was something new

I would watch her like a hawk

everything she did aweing me

I loved to sit, listen to her talk

 

then it dawned she was too good

I grew envious of her witty charms

those social skills left me wanting

I'd fondled dynamite in my arms

 

convinced she'd quit before long

for some lounge lizard or tyke

soon I manufactured a fall-out

a species of pre-emptive strike

 

yes of course it was all in my mind, I

was afraid of love and getting hurt,

I can tell myself its better this way:

"She was just another piece of skirt"

 

I'd been a roamer and a schemer

bouncing off women like a ball

on a speedway of hit and miss

love was not on the radar at all

fall-outjealousyloveradarroamerskirtspeedway

◄ Broomstick Baby

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