Mismatch - Harry Chapin

At first you seemed just like my dream

Of a finer better life

Much more than I could ask for

In a lover or a wife

Though I work with my body

And my work makes my hands rough

There are gentle things inside me

That are anything but tough

There are lessons you could teach me

Things I do not know

Things I’ve never done, girl

And places we could go

But you only wear your tailored suits

For me to rip and tear

Ah, can’t I hold you quietly

And smell your perfumed hair?

I saw you as the answer

That I never dared to dream

I saw you as the window

Into a world I’d never seen

I saw you as the vision

Come to raise me from the mud

But you came to use my sweat to cool

The fever in your blood

I’m not Marlon Brando

On his motorcycle bike

When you call me your animal

It’s a name I do not like

Please do not tear my back

Yes, of course I bleed

The violence you thirst for

Is not what I need

Your silken skin is armor

That begs for brutal hands

But why can’t I be gentle

And tell you of my plans?

I know that you’re using me

Not I just using you

And you’re not so scared

Of losing me as I losing you

At first you seemed…