One Good Man

It's not hard to write about a good man, it's just hard to write about the good man I want.
The man I want must not be the man I need.
We be like two opposite ends of the magnet, two opposing teams of tug of war, like oil and water, we just don't mix, we don't blend, we seem to pass like ships in the night, like black rubber soles that still slip on grease, neither loves gets a grip.

It's not hard to write about a good man, it's just hard to write about the good man I want.
I promise he was standing right in front of me, must've been my eyes playing dirty tricks on me.
I know I heard him say he wanted to see me, but I was standing right there in front of him too. I must be transparent, but I know I saw my reflection.

It's not hard to write about a good man, it's just hard to write about the good man I want.
Maybe just maybe I should change my strategy and write about the good man every woman wants.
The good man every woman wants, wants a good woman that every man wants. I'm getting a new shirt!