Abby Carpenter - The Man

I want a man who speaks to me through the means of creativity
I want a man who inspires me
Who knows who he is and who he wants to be

I need something better than this
If that can't be you then I hate to say you will be missed

'Cause I need a man who heals my soul
At the end of the night comes home and packs a bowl
I need a man who'll keep me warm in the cold
Who will lay on the floor listening to songs new and old

I know that's what I deserve
The rude things you say, they're starting to get on my last nerve, yeah
The rude things you say, they're starting to get on my last nerve, yeah

I want a man who's worth a third verse
Who makes my life better, not worse
I want a man who heals, not hurts
Who's not gonna waste my time, yeah that would be a first, oh

Go, go, go (Get the fuck out)
Go, go, go (Get the fuck out)
Get the fuck out of here
Get the fuck out if you can't be the man

I want a man who will eat pizza in his car and look at the stars
I want a man with twenty dollars he can spare, here and there
I want a man who knows what the fuck I mean when I say 'major one to flat three'
I want a man who will buy me flowers and treat me right and who's kind to me

Written by:
Abby Carpenter, JoAna Rusche

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