© Wolf Sander

BOTH SIDES

Lyrics: Nina Van Horn
Music: John H. Schiessler

Ever since he was a little boy
He loved to watch his mom
Used her red lipstick as a toy
And played on his little drum

When he fought as an Indian
Cowboy eyes light up in him
He had no explanation
He had guilt in first degree

No, you can’t choose both sides
Of a shining moon
Mama told me that’s a good way to rule
No you can’t choose both rides
Like you do
You can’t choose both sides
In that crowded pool.

Tormented by the girls
Just to Put a smile on his daddy’s face
Crazy 'bout satin and pearls
He knows he must be a disgrace

When the night is pushing hard
When he’s too hot to stay home
A quick embrace as a reward
And a bitter heart when it is done.

No, you can’t choose both sides
Of a shining moon
Mama told me that’s a good way to rule
No you can’t choose both rides
Like you do
You can’t choose both sides
In that crowded pool.