| Hold the Door
by: Karl Stewart 9/01/2010 |
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We chat and laugh and dine We talk of this and talk of that And have a good old time Sometimes there's one, or maybe two Sometimes it's three or more And every time we go to lunch I try to hold the door But chivalry is dead you see And sometimes others whine They fight to hold the door for me And claim "the turn is mine" I thought it was OK to hold The door for other's too But if the door for you I hold You want to hold it too Equal rights is what you say Sometimes I would agree But not when holding doors for you A gift I give for free If chauvinist is how you see The person that I am I guess I better place this rose In someone else's hand I was raised in times gone by When men were gentle-men And women were so many things But mainly ladies then You'd hold the door and you'd be told That everything was fine You'd hold the door for young and old And never hear them whine You never had to hire defense And prove your motives pure You knew there'd be no consequence Because you held the door. |
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