Ballad of the Heart

Boys, boys, boys. Whatever can I do?
Each of them I gave my heart, and they tore it through and through.

First there was the athlete. Tall, strong, and fine.
I thought I never had a chance, but wrong I was this time.
Things went well for quite a while, six months to be exact.
But slowly things began to fade and we dropped the silly act.

Second was the trickster, full of cunning, deception, and lies.
Telling me sweet nothings, to ease my heart's lonely cries.
How much I wanted to believe, that all he said was true
But when I found I was just a prize, that really would not do.

Third was the overzealous flirt, whom every chance he'd get,
Would force his lips against my skin, and squeeze me half to death.
He did not care for what I thought, only for my looks instead.
And so he then confessed to me, he wanted me in his bed.

Boys, boys, boys. There's not much I can say.
Each of them I gave my heart, and they hurt me in some way.

Fourth along was the player with his confidence and style.
He had no need to really try; he hooked me with a smile.
The things he said sounded so nice, but he did not follow through
He let me down. I had so much hope. My heart, it broke in two.

Fifth of course was the Frenchman, a friend of years before.
Accompanying me to the Homecoming dance, he became a quite bit more.
Again I heard the words of affection, but the actions did not show.
I finally had had enough and regretfully let him go.

Sixth came the best friend, who stood by me all those times.
He helped me face the hurt I felt from the others and their crimes.
He always wanted to be together; with that love, he smothered me.
I could not breathe. I needed out. I told him to let me be.

Boys, boys, boys. I can't help but love them still.
Each of them I gave my heart and they waited for their kill.

And now I come across number seven, a lucky number indeed.
I want to continue along this path, but am afraid where it may lead.
Seven is a decent guy, with wit, and smarts, and charm
And there is a peace I can only find, when I am in his arms.

Shall I go forth in blind trust, and see what seven will bring?
Or should I just build a wall and consider it a fling?
Could it be he really feels the way I feel for him?
Or am I just another girl he wanted on a whim?

Boys, boys, boys. The choice is up to you.
My heart, I am willing to give. What will you now do?