Secretly Good

"For the last time, I'm not your mother,"
said the hysterical time of history's bent.
How can I say that I'd invited the moon,
when those last minute invitations had already been sent?

"Just resist the feeling and it will go away,"
said the dismal dragon's barking sound.
How could I know I'd become a better man
just because I like having you around?

But you should still hold me close,
for close is but the matchstick that lights the wood.
Please pay no attention to my craving for right and wrong.
Just admit that I always meant to love you,
that I always meant to be secretly good.

"You're better off not to even remember,"
came the bombastic reply that arrived late to the dance.
But may I ask, "Shall I send the children to bed early"
for this one last shot at real romance?

Shall I send the children to bed early
for this one last shot at real romance?

But you should still hold me close,
for close is but the matchstick that lights the wood.
Please pay no attention to my craving for right and wrong.
Just admit that I always meant to love you,
that I always meant to be secretly good.

Just admit that I always meant to be secretly good.