I've been accused of just “getting what I wanted,”
And then moving on down the line.
Funny thing is, I—I never knew what I wanted,
So I’m not sure if I ever have gotten it.
Kind of like the old man and old woman
Sitting out on the front porch swing.
The woman slaps the man right out of his sneakers
And tells him it’s for the 40 years of bad sex.
The man gets back up, and into the swing,
And after thinking it over a bit,
Slaps the old woman right out of her loafers,
And says, “That— is for knowing the difference.”