Life is hard
Harder than you could ever think.
That pretty girl at the bar you saw as you walked past to buy some milk at the supermarket
So you go in and buy her a drink
And then as soon as she opens her mouth you know she ain’t the right one
She’s not even close
But she is hard and bitten by life. I guess that is why she’s drinking hard.
Some guy opens the door, and the cold air rushes in
And you’ve bought her a drink
And all she talks about is her husband and her father.
She holds up her hand to show the big ring on her finger, and you know you’ve made a mistake.
Her husband’s ok
But her father’s a bastard.
He was in the Army; Iraq, Afghanistan
And now he’s in the police.
She says he is head of SWAT
But I’ve got no idea what she is talking about.
She is pretty, squeezed into tight leather pants
And her ass is magical
But she’s hardbitten by life
And nothing like what you hoped for.
There are perfectly nice girls out there
Why don’t you go for them? I tell myself, but then I go home to bed without the milk.