A Special Request

by Rob Roper © 2006

Hey there song singer
Guitar in your hand
I got a special request
And I hope you'll understand
At the risk of being rude
Or even impolite
Don't sing no lovesongs tonight.

Sing something funny
Or sing something sad
You can even sing about politics
And make us all mad
I just want to hear something real
Not sappy and trite
So don't sing no lovesongs tonight.

'Cause love don't come easy
for people like me
Sit at home, all alone
Wondering how it'd be
This ole world's divided
Between the have and have-not
So please don't remind me
Of what I haven't got

There's a man over there
Living in a shopping cart
Looking at all them houses
It's got to break his heart
I know just how he feels
I sympathize with his plight
Don't sing no lovesongs
Don't wanna hear no lovesongs
Don't sing no lovesongs
Tonight.