The Real McCoy
By birksy
I know we’ve just met And there’s far better places to meet than here, But if I’m lucky, And boy, I must be ready for some, You may be the real McCoy. My life is slipping by fast, I’ve nothing to show but a few greying hairs, And if I’m clever, And boy, I sure was at school, You may be the real McCoy. And so what if between us, we’d fill Noah’s Ark, With the lovers we thought were the one’s Who’d give us a home, a girl or a boy, So long as the next one’s the real McCoy. I know my past is a mess, It all went to seed, and my seed didn’t grow, But if I’m patient, And boy, I can watch the paint dry, You may be the real McCoy. And what if the ark was full of kids now, We’d walk in-between, and keep out the way, And we’d say to the people, come on, don’t be coy, Have you found your real McCoy? And I know we’ve only just met, And there’s far better places to meet than in here, But if I’m lucky, And boy, you look like a charm, You’ll be the real McCoy. Written May 21st, 1998 © on Aug 31 2001 09:54 PM PST, Simon Birks 0 • 12
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