A Decent Man
by Kim Wedler
I’m just
looking for a decent man,
That’s my plan.
Why are they so hard to find?
Just someone who’s gentle and kind.
I don’t want a gambler, a drunk or a
thief,
Just a man with hair and his own set of
teeth.
Not a man who goes to the pub for hours
and hours,
And doesn’t remember to have daily
showers.
I’m just looking for a decent man,
That’s my plan.
Just someone to laugh with and share a
private joke.
To introduce to my friends as my decent
bloke.
He’d meet me from work and take me
out to eat,
We’d hold hands romantically as we
walked down the street.
I used to be fussy and have a certain
type,
Now I’m just looking for one who can
keep upright.
I’m just looking for a decent man,
That’s my plan.
The boyfriends I’ve had,
Haven’t been particularly bad,
Just lazy and slow,
They had to go!
No chocolates or flowers or even nice
wine,
No smoochy cards to “My Valentine.”
I’m just looking for a decent man,
That’s my plan.
So, please if you’re out there and
really quite pleasant,
I’m house 22, on Deansbreak Crescent,
The one with the washing line, with only
girl’s skirts,
No ties, large black socks, or business
shirts.
One solitary milk bottle left by the gate,
Give it some thought if you’re ready
to date.
I’m just looking for a decent man,
That’s my plan. |
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