somebody else’s knight

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