A Married Man's Catholic Guilt
Paul Cordeiro
I was supposed to be miles away
but then I had a change of heart
because who needs driving hundreds
of miles a day and more money
that I won't save for rainy tomorrows.
I run in for pizza and there she sits
lonely as a working class maid
that hasn't been invited to the ball.
I wanted to ease her burden
and say it's all right if the glass slipper
doesn't fit because you're so right
the way you are as you can't be less
than the full bodied angel I see now.
With soft white skin, deep brown eyes,
long flowing hair, I wanted to make her smile,
say how inviting she was, but didn't, damn me.
Wanted to share with her the whole pizza pie
I ate in ten minutes flat alone.
