I like it    I don't like it

Again & again the same situation

For so many years

Tethered to a ringing telephone

In a room full of mirrors

A pretty girl in your bathroom

Checking out her sex appeal

I asked myself when you said you loved me

Do you think this can be real

Still I send up my prayer

Wondering where it had to go

With heaven full of astronauts

& the Lord on death row

While the millions of his lost & lonely ones

Call out & clamour to be found

Caught in the struggle for higher position

In the search for love that sticks around

You've had lots of lovely women

Now you turn your gaze to me

Weighing the beauty & the imperfection

To see if I'm worthy

Like the church

Like a cop

Like a mother - you want to be truthful

Sometimes you turn it on me like a weapon though

& I need your approval

Still I send up my prayer

Wondering who's there to hear

I said, "Send me somebody

Who's strong

And somewhat sincere"

With the millions of the lost & lonely ones

I call out to be released

Caught in my struggle for higher achievements

And my search for love

That don't seem to cease