I confessed to being a fool
And I won't recant just yet.
If you take me as I am
What you see is what you get.
If my hair's a bit unruly
And my nails are bitten down,
But you're somehow stricken speechless
Then I'm glad it's you I've found.
I'm a riotous mess, love,
And an old soul underneath,
So baby, when you smile,
You'd better show your teeth.
Lord knows where this is going--
All of Heaven knows I don't--
But you're a handsome mess too;
If you're fake with me I won't,
And I mean it, I won't wait
For you to get your act together.
I'll take a mess but no fence-riding
If this could be forever.
Let your smile reach your eyes,
And your faith shine in your face.
If we're both a lovely mess, dear,
We could both squeak by on grace.
Lord knows where this is going,
But if you're my other half,
Then let your smile be genuine,
And be honest in your laugh.
postscript
Eh. Who knows anything anyway?