Bad Libran

Long before dating sites Helped mankind find love Matchmakers existed high above Forces far superior Knew our hearts' criteria Constellations sent down their decree Astrologically speaking Girls who might like me, like me, like Fun, loud noise No restriction, no regrets The joys of life Living without safety nets The thrill that you get from the chase and the pose That's the girl that the stars chose for me A clash of heads No rational debate, just arguments instead Passionate, compulsive, an impulsive and wild, unpredictable rose That's the girl that the stars chose for me And who the hell am I to argue With bodies way up in the sky? They knew my partner's major virtue Would be vice, to be precise, she could Only be a Gemini, maybe at a push She could possibly be Leo or like me, Aquarius So safe to say, my targets were locked down Until that fateful day a Libran hit town Now those guys love harmony, balance and calm Not alarming Aquarians like me Well, she jumped my car Handbrake turned about and hit the Kind of down-market, dark-cornered bar Where the star charts say Libran's just never hang out Let alone start a shot roulette game After a while she's losing balance And scales are falling from my eyes When we emerge the night is dawn-ish She's acting more sort of Capricorn-ish And summoning a cab, climbing in the back With a load of people from all corners of the Zodiac Before I know I'm running down a beach and diving In high seas with vodka and some Pisces And a slight lack of clothes, and the girl the stars chose To make a bad, bad, Libran out of me Scientists say we're made of stardust So I suppose in my defense If we're all crazy mixed up stardust It kind of makes sense that on some days I'll Wake up Aquarian, but by lunch I'm coming over just a little Leo So I try and keep it Aries But there these people will get me hot and Taurus End of day my answers start getting Cancerous I have a little drink before you know it Completely Scorpio-in' And once again I go to bed a Virgo I started to explain the movement Way up high of bodies we don't understand She told me, "Just shut up and focus On the movement of the bodies that are down here in the sand" And you know what? That night I ripped up all the charts and looked up at the sky Just thanked my lucky stars instead That this girl they chose, holy cow, heaven knows Was the right kind of absolutely wrong kind of girl to make a Much better, much worse Aquarian of me Of me Oh, keep your eyes on the skies