Who gives a rat's butt about life?

NO DEPOSIT, NO RETURN

© 2007 web_loafer

I drive women away from me, with something I cannot control. When I love a woman, I shower her with words, smiles, hugs, kisses, whispers, caresses, winks, poems, songs, chitter chatter, and sex that matters. Guess I’m living in Sodom and Gomorrah, with a Mayberry RFD state of mind. This is not a sad song, just thoughts about my life long problem of running women away from the things they love, but are afraid of. What is to be feared woman, when a healthy virile man sings love songs to you….?

Oh I see, you lust after the drug addicted rapper who calls you ‘ho’, slaps you around, degrades you, laughs about you with the other guys after you let him have his perverted way with you? Sorry, this is going to be one of my best songs, written in one of my foulest moods.

The song is called “No deposit, No return”

But, I love this emotional moment, In less than an hour, my soul spewed out this song, but damn it, why does it take a woman leaving to bring songs to me?

Just for once God? Direct me to a woman who wants more of my old fashioned love?

No deposit, No return

It’s no big surprise to me,

Closing my eyes didn’t change the facts.

Or the things I wanted to see,

You’re gone and are not coming back.

She’s gone like yesterdays news,

Leaving nothing to sing but the blues.

She’s gone like yesterdays news,

No problem, I’m used to the blues.

“No big deal” I say, but I know,

I’m confusing fiction with fact.

“Don’t say a word just let her go,

She’s gone and will never be back.”

She’s gone like yesterdays news,

Leaving nothing to sing but the blues.

She’s gone like yesterdays news,

No problem, I’m used to the blues.

What if she needed but one word from me?

Or one word I need to take back?

Even a blind man this truth could see,

She’s gone, won’t be back, that’s a fact!

She’s gone like yesterdays news,

Leaving nothing to sing but the blues.

She’s gone like yesterdays news,

No problem, I’m used to the blues.

What good is it pointing a finger,

To which of us started the spat?

We both let too many doubts linger

She’s gone, I’m blue; that’s a fact.

She’s gone like yesterdays news,

Leaving nothing to sing but the blues.

She’s gone like yesterdays news,

No problem, I’m used to the blues.

If swallowing pride could resolve,

The pain that is on it’s way back.

I’d do it and hope it would solve,

The problem of wanting her back

She’s gone like yesterdays news,

Leaving nothing to sing but the blues.

She’s gone like yesterdays news,

No problem, I’m used to the blues.

I’m used the blues? What a lie,

Confusing fiction with fact.

They say from the blues no one dies,

Check back soon, if she never comes back.

She’s gone like yesterdays news,

Leaving nothing to sing but the blues.

She’s gone like yesterdays news,

No problem, I’m used to the blues.

© 2007 web_loafer