A song I wrote for my songwriting book club, inspired by The Art of Asking by Amanda Palmer. Also inspired by how much I love my little dollface Audrie. Just so happened to earn Honorable Mention in American Songwriter Magazine's Lyric Contest for this ditty.
1. my thumb is one indecisive prick
don’t show him your swatches cause he’ll never pick
he’s got all these rules and sticks out when he’s sore
but he cradles the neck of his taylor guitar
he likes the road and the road likes him too
but he’s always hitching the first ride back to you
2. index is on deck, he directs and selects
he’s got brilliant ideas for what should come next
the grandiose one in the air for the win
blessed with hearing the soul and steering the pen
like God to Adam in Michaelangelo’s hue
he’s making a point to create a life with you
CHORUS
always done what i could with the hand i was dealt
raised it and shook it, wrote down what I felt
never won with a straight, just a face here and there
kept hoping for two of a kind for a pair
i’m down on one knee so you know where I stand
would have folded by now if it weren’t for your hand
3. the third’s like a bird, so careless and wild
a chip on her shoulder, the mad middle child
she’s mastered the art of the cold hard goodbye
when she turns her back proud with her head held up high
but index the peacemaker always steps in
if you ever see her, my love, you’ll also see him
4. the ring finger’s all heart, she’s made it her mission
to cry at commercials and value tradition
she won’t claim religion but her finger’s right on it
her prayers take the shape of rumi’s love sonnets
she’ll stand in a crowd and happily swear
to wear any ring you place there
REPEAT CHORUS
5. Last but not least, small but not weak
everyone stops to hear him when he speaks
his reach may surprise you, for it’s far and long
he’s got a tiny physique but he’s character-strong
not a word out of place, not a letter untrue
he’s pinky promising all his love to you
don’t show him your swatches cause he’ll never pick
he’s got all these rules and sticks out when he’s sore
but he cradles the neck of his taylor guitar
he likes the road and the road likes him too
but he’s always hitching the first ride back to you
2. index is on deck, he directs and selects
he’s got brilliant ideas for what should come next
the grandiose one in the air for the win
blessed with hearing the soul and steering the pen
like God to Adam in Michaelangelo’s hue
he’s making a point to create a life with you
CHORUS
always done what i could with the hand i was dealt
raised it and shook it, wrote down what I felt
never won with a straight, just a face here and there
kept hoping for two of a kind for a pair
i’m down on one knee so you know where I stand
would have folded by now if it weren’t for your hand
3. the third’s like a bird, so careless and wild
a chip on her shoulder, the mad middle child
she’s mastered the art of the cold hard goodbye
when she turns her back proud with her head held up high
but index the peacemaker always steps in
if you ever see her, my love, you’ll also see him
4. the ring finger’s all heart, she’s made it her mission
to cry at commercials and value tradition
she won’t claim religion but her finger’s right on it
her prayers take the shape of rumi’s love sonnets
she’ll stand in a crowd and happily swear
to wear any ring you place there
REPEAT CHORUS
5. Last but not least, small but not weak
everyone stops to hear him when he speaks
his reach may surprise you, for it’s far and long
he’s got a tiny physique but he’s character-strong
not a word out of place, not a letter untrue
he’s pinky promising all his love to you
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