if you held out your hand
he’d grasp it unquestioning
if you cared to call
he’d come running your way
a nice boy, yes
and a gentleman, too
but not quite my type —
your surmise was true
when i saw him i knew that
you’d have no intention
of answering yes
to the things he might say
a lovely girl’s knight
someday he’ll be
but momma, you’re right —
that girl just ain’t me
