Read the book Dress for Success so I did, I guess
Wore expensive clothes drove nice cars lived at the right address
Now some days I don’t shave or even wear my best
I’m aware that it works for me not for the rest… it don’t impress.
When I undress I feel no less, not a naked unsuccessful mess
So that’s all fair, I guess. More or less. I Confess.
I like to think I do more with less
I do with less than I did with more, I guess. More with less.
In me there’s a big ticking heart, a time bomb in a treasure chest
It’ll burst if I get too stressed, so I don’t worry and I don’t press,
Go straight ahead and don’t regress, without duress I guess. No less.
Invest less time making money than making love, oh yes. I Confess.
Once met a girl who had some great big breasts
We had some fun, and… well, you know the rest.
I like sex more than I do less, but with us more was less I guess. I Confess.
She liked sex more not less, and though I loved her yes she could be a pest, more than less.
To my ex with the great big chest; your’s may be fake but I ain’t… depressed, I guess.
I was in a zone you a full court press. So less is more, I guess. I Confess.
Say I ramble or I digress, but I suggest a point to this ole mess, I guess. More or less.
U can travel East or you can move out West, build a great big house or small cozy nest
Work real hard and fail life’s big test, but cheat yourself it’s you who you’ll detest, I guess. I Confess<.
Eat my WORDS and if you do ingest, when it all digests
you’ll know for sure that I DO NOT jest. I Confess.
Upon my death I have this one bequest:
“Do what makes you happy, try your very best with all your zest
You’re in a game that you can’t win, but you cannot lose unless you choose, I guess.
So, more or less at my behest I ask of you, Confess.
Give thanks for each new day for each new moment for ALL your life, and when you do… you’ll be blessed
And I guarantee that its never less, and its always more than you could guess. To that I do hereby…
Confess I Guess…
