Why I once wrote poetry
I'm not really sure
Oh, I loved her
But when she cried in my arms for her ex...
Doubts crept in
and when she admired rugged cowboy types
I wondered why, me?
She said she was admiring them for others
that they weren't her type
but I remembered her cowgirl dance the night before
How she boasted of being from Fort Worth
as I spun her closer to keep her from pulling away
who were we kidding?
I'm no cowboy