I'm not shopping for a princess charming.
Though their smiles are disarming,
Their spending's quite alarming.
I'm not looking to prescribe myself a nurse.
I'm not one cheek in the hearse,
and their needles and schedules seem a curse.
Though I'm not looking to anyone's faith disparage,
I don't like the sound of a multiple marriage
and too many babies to fit in a carriage.
The song "Punk Rock Girl" made me smile.
The girl sounds like she'd be fun for a while,
But imagine when that's over.
I'd have to move a thousand miles.
I don't have a craving for a squeeze or a spouse,
But someone who will join me on the floor
When my day (or the people in it) knocks me down?
Yeah, I suppose that could work out.
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