The Other Man : Marc Kelly Smith

The Other Man

I wait for the phone ring, nervous and anxious.
A little bit angry. A little bit sad.
You’ve got appointments, a busy tight schedule.
Not like our last swing -- Hot glorious! Divine!

You said, “Com’ my brave bronco. Ride the wet leather.
Don’t be a problem. Don’t be a need.
Just give me my wishes and whip up some madness!
Run with me, wild one, -- you broken kept steed!”

(Naomi’s chorus goes here)

I rush when the phone rings, heady with sweat,
Answer it panting -- how we first met!
Nervous and anxious. God I’m so lonely
Dancing on pin heads – Devil may care!.

Your crop has me prancing -- loopy and scared.
I thought it’d be easy, no lasting attachment,
A lark in the toy room -- trick feelings and fraud.
I thought I be tough. I thought I be cowboy.

But oh it’s a bitch
Being hitched and ditched
And switched as the Other Man.