He grew up romantic with a mother who left him letters,
Written in an ink dipped feather, full of poems and prose
He grew up pedantic with a father having all the answers,
Reading his books and articles until the day’s close.
When he wandered out, he was looking for love, like anyone,
What he didn’t plan on was to fall in love with a modern girl.
He knows the way to her heart is complicated,
And he knows his intention to court is antiquated,
And sure, he’d be better off pursuing one of those other girls,
But he wants one of the modern girls.
He takes her out dancing, but she wants to hear the hits from the radio,
She doesn’t like his British Invasion or his dusty old soul.
She’s dressed so fancy and she’s caught up in the texting and the picture taking,
Makes him look a little outdated and as pale as a ghost.
When he took her out, he was hoping for love like anyone,
What he didn’t plan on was to fall for a girl he didn’t like at all.
They say you can count on attraction of opposites,
For magnets and batteries, well that’s how it works,
But people, they have to have something in common,
And these two were living in separate worlds.