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Dirty Old Men (In A Love Song)
I sat there in awe of you as you exposed yourself to me I was embarrased by your innocence how you trusted unconditionally I did not know how to thank you all the standard ways seemed wrong so I hope I can express it now as I try to write this song you were so attractive I crumbled straight away I'd have given you anything to get the time of day yet I felt so foolish as I stared at the page trying to write a love song to someone just half my age I sat there enthralled by you all I could do was melt maybe it made you uncomfortable to see how much I felt I did not know how to tell you I didn't want to get it wrong so I waited all this time and now I try to write this song you may have thought I knew the answers you were depending on me you may have thought I didn't need you we see what we want to see you looked elsewhere for a lover guess it wasn't meant to be but are you surprised to discover I wanted you... to choose me some call people like me dirty old men there's no name for a woman in this case we all know love is blind and yet we choose to play by rules, age, sex, and race as if the heart will follow rules we always act surprised when love sneaks up and pulls us down right before our eyes when the truth is plain to see why do we choose lies? I sat there condemned by you society be damned as if the love I felt inside was something I had planned I wonder if you knew how much you meant to me - was it wrong? I never had the guts to ask until I wrote this song you were so good at the game innocence was your middle name was it morals, guilt, or shame I need something to blame for never making love to you for never even trying to if I did what I wanted to do at least now I'd know what was true did you want me as much as I wanted you? maybe some questions are better left unanswered... I sat there in awe of you as you entrusted yourself to me in rapture of innocence wishing all I could be I didn't know what to give you maybe I just wasn't that strong to overcome the rules to write a love song all I wanted to do was be with you was it so wrong? all I wanted to do was be with you in a love song Dirty Old Men (In A Love Song) Ric Candor ©1999 MAIN GATE FRONT DOOR WRITTEN GARDENS FAREWELL EMAIL
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