OldHorny
04-26-2009, 04:09 PM
Have you ever wondered what its like to be on the outside looking in?
Trying to belong, not wanting to give in
Some I guess find it easy, some don’t give a darn
Some such good story tellers they can always spin a yarn
I’ve been looking in this window and though through it I can see
No matter how hard I try seems no one can see me
I wonder what its like to be a part of the crowd
Enjoying their games spoken to out loud
Acknowledged as a friend, How you doing mate?
Inside its warm and cosy, but the outside I hate
Reserved is what they call it, aloof some would say
For me it’s just the fear that I live with every day
I pretend it doesn’t matter and hold my head up high
God gave me a big heart, but he made me so darn shy
Yet it must be an endearing quality, something females see
Maybe they are more intuitive, for they seem to like talking with me
I dreamt of an alter ego suave like James Bond must be
Watching as my Bond girl in white bikini comes out of the sea
There is no tension as such between them just a simple flirt
Then with in a day or two he’s inside her skirt
Ofcourse I have no alter ego, I’m not even called Jim
He is regularly blown up so really I’m glad I’m not him
Mind I have a fantastic woman who gives my heart a lift
Witty, clever and beautiful she has been my special gift
Though age has over took us, we still walk along the shore hand I hand
Making love on our blanket, on the cool of the evening sand
Even after all this time she’s the one that has my heart
We like to hope when it’s our time, together we’ll depart
Okay so I still stand at this window of that I have no doubt
But am I really looking in, or could I be looking out?
Watching the crowd run to and fro like a herd of sheep
While in the corner is my lady laying there fast asleep!
Trying to belong, not wanting to give in
Some I guess find it easy, some don’t give a darn
Some such good story tellers they can always spin a yarn
I’ve been looking in this window and though through it I can see
No matter how hard I try seems no one can see me
I wonder what its like to be a part of the crowd
Enjoying their games spoken to out loud
Acknowledged as a friend, How you doing mate?
Inside its warm and cosy, but the outside I hate
Reserved is what they call it, aloof some would say
For me it’s just the fear that I live with every day
I pretend it doesn’t matter and hold my head up high
God gave me a big heart, but he made me so darn shy
Yet it must be an endearing quality, something females see
Maybe they are more intuitive, for they seem to like talking with me
I dreamt of an alter ego suave like James Bond must be
Watching as my Bond girl in white bikini comes out of the sea
There is no tension as such between them just a simple flirt
Then with in a day or two he’s inside her skirt
Ofcourse I have no alter ego, I’m not even called Jim
He is regularly blown up so really I’m glad I’m not him
Mind I have a fantastic woman who gives my heart a lift
Witty, clever and beautiful she has been my special gift
Though age has over took us, we still walk along the shore hand I hand
Making love on our blanket, on the cool of the evening sand
Even after all this time she’s the one that has my heart
We like to hope when it’s our time, together we’ll depart
Okay so I still stand at this window of that I have no doubt
But am I really looking in, or could I be looking out?
Watching the crowd run to and fro like a herd of sheep
While in the corner is my lady laying there fast asleep!