By Chuck McGlawn/Chuckest@aol.com
Now I lay me down to sleep.
I want a man, please not a creep
Send me just one, perhaps like dad
Not like the ones that I've had
One good man who's sweet as pie.
Who comes home at night and doesn't lie.
Who dresses neat and combs his hair
Who when I'm in need he'll be right there
Until I meet this Mr. Right
I'll be alone in bed each night.
My simple prayer will always be
That I'll wake with him next to me
But if I should die before I wake,
There won't be a wedding cake
Nor wedding vows or honeymoon.
No anniversary every June.
The single life is kinda nice
If I get married I'll pay the price
I'll wind up with a brain-dead troll
Who'll always hold the remote control
This single life works for me
I can be who I want to be
I won't need to fix my hair.
So never mind this stupid prayer.