I know I may seem tough,
And that I can play rough.
I may seem like I've got one point of view,
But really I can be sweet, too!

I can fight and I can curse,
But I can still find loneliness worse.
I may seem a wisp of apathy,
But really I can be sweet, too!

I can put you down just as much as I could lift you up.
I can take from you as easily as I could give too much.
I could brush your hair out of your eyes and I could hold you close,
And I could sing for you alone when all the lights are low...

I want to be married in a church (not right now, but sometime soon).
I may seem impenetrably hard,
But, really, I can be soft, too.

And I wish I didn't think that you'd be good for me,
Or that I'd be good for you.
I may seem to be a sad pessimist,
But, oh, I can dream, too!

I want to be married in a church,
And I wound about my groom.
I may seem impenetrably hard, but really, I can be soft, too.