I met a chick who dug the Stones

I met a chick who dug the Stones.
But she wanted to go it alone.
She didn't have the passion.
It takes a special breed
To fulfill my kind of need.

I look for the highest and the best.
Until I find her I cannot rest.
The aftermath is I couldn't please her.
Though I am a cool man of leisure.

Love is a fickle thing.
I try not to give a fling.
But if she is waiting,
She should give me a sign.

I am a survivor

I am a survivor.
Never dead, more alive-er
I always have a contingency plan.
I am a complete man.

Today my sink failed.
Did I moan and wail?
No I got stuff done.
I looked out for number one.

I don't need anyone to hold my hand.
I am content just as I am.
I never found a human soul
Who could somehow make my life more whole.

Every challenge is bound to lose.
My resolve and purpose are tough to refuse.
I always know that I will be winning.
And the end is only the beginning.

I always remember to be grateful.
Although I sometimes feel hateful.
I know that the secret is in believing.
And giving is more important than receiving.

Hope these simple truths sink in.
Hope I get you thinkin'.
Hope whoever you are,
You always remember:
You are a star!