My good friends distrust
and my bad friends approve of,
The kind of girl my brother
Dismisses out of hand
and covets later, offhandedly.
You are the kind of girl
Who keeps me from my work,
Keeps me waking after church
and leaves my brain blissfully blank.
You are the kind of girl
I have to lie to my folks about,
The kind even my shrink says
I'd be wiser to doubt,
and, to be honest, I probably would,
But I won't give up what's best for
what's good.
One decade of sporting stupidity
Is where I got all my best stories.
Why not try for two?
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