Throughout my life, I have been attracted to, married, dated and/or had significant relationships with men who are musically inclined. Kind of stereotypical if I think about it. I am not a groupie.
No where in that time has anyone ever written a song for me. It’s something I wish someone would do. I don’t suppose that it’s something a person can be pressured into. I imagine you have to be inspired to write a song for, or about someone. It’s perhaps not the same thing as writing for or about someone. I can pretty much do that on demand — witness wedding speeches and eulogies.
Instead of feeling sorry for myself over my inability to inspire people to write songs, I will acknowledge the good that is already in my life and remind myself that one time, someone did seek out a song that reflected how he felt about me. So, in a way, I had a song.
I’ll also quote some song lyrics, because I really don’t do enough of that anymore. From Weak in the Knees, by Serena Ryder. Because it’s the type of song I’d likely write.
Would you mind if I walked over and I kissed your face,
In front of all of your friends.
Would you mind if I got drunk and said,
I wanna take you home to bed,
Oh would you change your mind?
I’m weak in the knees for you,
But I’ll stand if you want me to.
My legs are strong, and I’ll move on,
But honey I’m weak, in the knees, for you
