You thirst for adventure
I like peace and quiet
You thrive on excitement
I prefer tranquillity
You're trying all the young
And handsome men that come along
But one day you'll realise
That I'm where you belong
You crave your freedom
Use men as you please
You suffer from boredom
I feel only jealously
You're trying all the young men
Each one a waste of time
But I'll wait for ever
At the back of the line
Chorus
If I have to stand in line
You'll find I'm the patient kind
I can wait till you get round to me
You push men aside
Like left over dinner
Everyone's in front of me
But I'm going to be the winner
You won't settle down
I won't beg or please
You don't want marriage
How my heart bleeds
You've tried all the rest
It's time you tried me
It's my turn to stand
At the head of the line
Chorus
If I have to stand in line
You'll find I'm the patient kind
I can wait till you get round to me
You push men aside
Like left over dinner
Everyone's in front of me
But I'm gonna be the winner
© Richard Makinson.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem