Tired of playing this game
100 first dates the same
Making plans with ghosts
When what I want most…

I want a man who makes my bed rock
A man who’s loving just won’t stop
A man who grabs my hand
Takes me to that Promised Land
I want a man who makes my bed rock

I want a man who is my bedrock
A man who loves me and just won’t stop
Puts his ring on my hand
My heart’s safe space to land
I want a man who is my bedrock

I’m tired of losing this game
Fish pics are so f’n lame
At the end of the day
All I’ve got to say . . .

I want a man who makes my bed rock
A man who’s loving just won’t stop
A man who grabs my hand
Takes me to that Promised Land
I want a man who makes my bed rock

I want a man who is my bedrock
A man who loves me and just won’t stop
Puts his ring on my hand
My heart’s safe space to land
I want a man who is my bedrock

Tired of playing this game
Nobody’s calling  my name
At the end of the day
All I’ve got to say . . .

I’ll make your bed rock
My loving just won’t stop
I want to grab your hand
Take you to the Promised Land
I’ll make your bed rock

I’ll be your bedrock
Love you and won’t ever stop
Wear your ring on my hand
Be your heart’s safe space to land
I’ll be your bedrock