You clean cut, plain shirt, straight pants, sneaker- wearing person
You don’t want to play with emotions.
You love your mother dear and listen to your father.
You love drinking beer but mostly on occasion.
Tight-lipped, mouth shut, palms are getting sweaty.
You almost can’t confess to the girl you want to marry.
You barely talk and only want to say things nicely
So I thought, a good guy should be worthy.
So, I choose to fall in love with a good guy
Someone my mom would approve of
Someone who would be worthy of my time
Someone who would always be enough
Someone whom I can call mine
He will never break my heart
My cotton candy heart that’s oozing with sticky sweet love
So I told him that I love him
But the bastard said he liked another girl
A pink-haired, emo-lined, lip-ring wearing chick
The good guy, likes a bad girl
But I will never be one.
I won’t try to be one.