My Best
(His Midlife Crisis)
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Harboring hate
For the one I love
Closed my gate when
Push came to shove
Loving in sin left me
Crying on the floor
Letting no one in since
Loving him no more
He was my east, west, north
Till he went south
Been breast stroking clouds
Feeding hand to mouth
We used to rumba and tango
Dancing towards the heights
Until his orange Durango
Crashed and broke the light
He bought a gray new Porsche
He’s not been driving me
Spins it with a brunette
Instead of his Blondie
I saw it parked in a lot
Moon was streaming down
Imagining ramming it
Lit me like a clown
I ram it north, south, east
Till it meets west
Baby did-ya, maybe did-ya
Open your vest?
Is this your midlife crisis?
Trade your baby and your car?
Your old mangled Durango
Suited me divine
It drove us north, it drove us south
It drove us east and west
We were loving, we were buzzing
Grooving just-like best friends
I can’t believe we’re over
Been missing you galores
When you drive up in your Porsche
Holding open your guest door
And say -- Babe --
I’ll drive you north, south, east
I’ll drive you all over town
Baby would ya, maybe could ya
Second-chance this clown?
I kiss you on each cheek
Slip in your sleek machine
Maybe I will, Baby I will
Be your everything.
He drives us north, south, east
He drives us west where we undress
We dance he spins me out
I can't helping loving this mess.
He pulls me in his arms
Then he whispers these nine words
I'll always be your baby
You’re simply my best.
What?
I’ll always be your baby
You’re simply my best.
Again!
I’ll always be your baby
You’re simply my best.
Yes!