Kentucky Boy

A Kentucky Boy
stole my heart
drove away
and left me here.

In impolite
unchivalrous
and rude
Pennsylvania.

He opened the door
pulled out my chair
then took my hand
and we danced.

A classy dance
no bumping or grinding
but a dance of sophistication
and elegance.

For me,
a native PA girl
that's unheard of.
And i loved feeling special.

He sang for me
complemented me
did everything a perfect gentleman
should.

I felt appreciated
cared for
and dare i say it
beautiful.

Why can't all boys
be southern gentleman?
Just because we're equal
doesn't mean we're the same.

I may climb rocks
and hike mountains
play in the mud
and live for camping.

But there's no reason why
i shouldn't be treated
like a real
lady.

And that's exactly what he did
he respected me
and knew i was as tough as he,
but he treated me like a lady.

And as all good things do,
our weekend together
came to an end
and here's where it's ironic.

I cried when he left my arms
to get in the car
and drive the long drive
back to Kentucky.

I cried when i arrived home
and thought about him
and missed him
and wanted him back.

Then i talked to my Pennsylvania
boyfriend.
He was disrespectful
and downright mean.

I cried again
this time heaving sobs
of knowing what i could have
and realizing what i really do have.

I hate this place now
This place i blindly called home
I wish i were in Kentucky
with the boy who stole my heart.