She was a 20 year college student who wanted to work part-time as an exotic dancer, and I was a 30-something fancy fart who wanted her to not be an exotic dancer. The relationship was poked, prodded and smashed around so hard and so often that sooner or later, I knew it was bound to crash land. And it did. The two hearts were broken into millions of pieces. But here's the thing, she thought I would crack because, and I am using her words, "You are lucky to have me. Any man would give up their lungs to be with me."
Yeah, she was a bit into herself you could say. And I wrote this song as my response to her conceit. I don't think she ever got the pleasure to hear it. Maybe she has discovered my songs on Youtube and listened to it, never knowing I wrote it for her, and about her, but - oh, well. I still wrote it. Perhaps she will find this post some day and realize who she is.
Interesting side note: She lives close to my friend Dave, who lives in Iowa. She left Ohio and went back home to finish college, which I hear she did, and she got married, had a child, got divorced, and is into photography. She's pretty good, too. I've seen some of her work. Anyhow, here is her (our) song.