Time wasted...

Making Do

This is a funny little town.
There's one bar
and something like a disco,
where no one ever goes to disco,
you know.

I've met a few men from magazines,
but they're all crazies,
and you never really know.

And so,
you came up to me one night,
not so very long ago,
a year or so, I suppose.

You had a cute little smile,
something like a child
who'd just eaten his first chocolate Sunday.
Hard to resist that night,
feeling so low.

Well,
you're not exactly what I pictured,
not the man of my dreams,
but you've got that smile
and nice brown eyes.
I guess that's something,
we'll wait awhile.

We don't fight much.

The sex is great,
if unimaginative.
No wild fucking in the great outdoors,
or games with blindfolds and handcuffs,
but I've done all that before.

And of course,
you love me.