Friday, January 31, 2003

Wanna Man

Every so often I think about what kind of man 
It is that I really want 
After all, there are plenty of fish in the sea 
So why can't one of them be with me? 
Every so often I sit down to think of a plan 
On how to get the perfect man 
Then one day the thoughts just began 
Building in my mind - moving van after moving van 
So I sat down to make this list over a soda can 
And I thought, I wanna man 
That'll hold me tight 
Night after night 
I wanna man that'll sing to me softly 
And tell me that I'm al-ways right 
I wanna man that'll remember my name 
Day after day who isn't lame or insane 
I wanna man that can't forget my name 
Calling me Roxanne, Diane or Joanne 
Because my man needs to know 
That my name makes me who I am 
I wanna man who doesn't live in a tin can 
Who isn't that over zealous sports fan 
Who won't pay me any attention  
I wanna man that'll whisper in my ears 
Tells me he cares 
Who wipes away my tears 
And takes away all my fears 
I wanna man who doesn't drink straight out of the a milk can 
Or belches to make himself a bigger man 
I wanna man who isn't afraid of a woman 
Who pursues her dreams to be more than 
The person every one thinks she can 
I wanna man that knows I make him a better man 
Who doesn't take me for granted 
Who doesn't think I'll be the housewife 
For the remainder of my life 
I wanna man who knows I can 
Do anything I put my mind to 
Who doesn't hold me down 
Because he thinks the man 
Should be the one that brings home the bacon 
I wanna man that'll be there for me 
That isn't afraid of me being free 
I wanna man that knows I don't need a man 
Because I just wanna man