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