I always feel that I’m unconventional
In a conventional way
I have the brain of a city girl
But a heart of a country one

I can cook, clean, sew, grow things
But that’s not what I want to do in life
They get boring
I want to see museums
Visit 3rd world countries
To know how it feels to free fall
Even for a moment.

I’ve always tried to be on top of world events
To know how things are
So that way when I meet someone
I can ask the right questions
So I can know more.

But strangely my conventional talents
Seemed to have attracted
The very man
I wanted.

He was looking for someone
Who could sew his sweater
Even though he’d rip it again
I was looking for someone
Who knew how wonderful a city was
Even through the dirt

Sometimes it's just the little things.