Richard McGraw - Following Love lyrics

Cannot find the company To keep this heart alive Its standards and requirements Are of the strictest kind And the local girls resistants Does not help me with my efforts In fact I think theyre here to torture me tonight Its a fine night for torture Ill supply the weapons Like these old high school tools That tells me that I need her And this phonebook treatment That tells me not to call her anymore And all of my friends are rock star scholars And they all seem to agree That there is no love or comfort In the presence of plain company And though I question their intentions And their claims to be scholarly The half truths ring like full truths to me And if I seem dissatisfied With Mrs. Read Between the Lines Shes number 45 Or so numbers are labels they are given by angels No thats not a blessing, no thats not a blessing in disguise Like these old high school tools That tells me that I need her And these football buddies That tell me to go get her And the oldest of men in me That speaks to angelically He asks her: is it worth the effort And the time Ill spend alone with a woman I can not see Can be chalked up to the youngest or the oldest of men in me Yes I despise my coming to or falling on these notions Its the life that stabs and stings of her perfection She was close enough to perfection You can check the records She was not 17, she was not hanging off grocery store machines Like these old high school tools That tells me that I need her And this phonebook treatment That tells me not to call her anymore