Clingy Guys

She agreed to a dance one evening
beneath the pixel moon.
He said, “I feel we’ve got a bond,”
half way through the tune.
She smiled and typed a little heart,
then deep in love he fell.
By the time the song was over,
he was thinking of wedding bells.

A cuddle ain’t a contract,
a slow dance ain’t a vow.
Just because she called you “sweetie”
doesn’t mean she’s your partner now.

Clingy guys, clingy guys,
falling in love fast again.
One hug, one dance, romance—
then “Where have you been?”
Clingy guys, clingy guys,
love you til you’re free.
Then they pack their wounded ego
and find victim thirty-three.

She said, “I like your company,
let’s keep it light and fun.”
He heard, “I need your guidance, dear,
please monitor everyone.”
He asked her where she’d been all day,
who dared to make her laugh.
He checked her picks and flickr pics
like a jealous little staff.

A cuddle ain’t a contract,
a dance floor ain’t a cage.
If you need a signed commitment,
please advance to the next age.

Clingy guys, clingy guys,
falling in love fast again.
One hug, one dance, romance—
then “Where have you been?”
Clingy guys, clingy guys,
love you til you’re free.
Then they pack their wounded ego
and find victim thirty-three.

Some gals want a friendship
with a little extra heat.
Some just want a gentleman
who doesn’t claim the seat.
Some want something mostly platonic—
with wiggle room implied.
But nobody wants a boyfriend
with a tracking HUD required.

People say the women want love
and men just want the bed.
But sometimes she wants freedom
and he wants vows instead.
She wanted a nice evening,
some laughter, maybe bliss.
He wanted shared inventory
and a guaranteed good night kiss.

Affection isn’t ownership,
and flirting isn’t fate.
If you fall in love by Tuesday,
maybe take it down to eight.

Clingy guys, clingy guys,
falling in love fast again.
One hug, one dance, romance—
then “Where have you been?”
Clingy guys, clingy guys,
love you til you’re free.
Then they cry, “You broke my heart,”
and find victim thirty-three.

So here’s to all the ladies
who just want room to breathe:
a dance, a laugh, a cuddle,
then permission to leave.
And here’s to those rare fellows
who can flirt and not descend—
the rare and lovely species
known as “just a friend.”