Ava Gardner

Well, you didn't have the patience

And I didn't have the time

But if you should have been a farmer

Then I should have been a mime

Still, you surely see

We’ve changed each other utterly

So we are caught up in a bind



Passion, love and hate mail

Knew not of our night’s kind

You’d a thing about musicians

I’d a thing about your eyes

Now there must be no question mark

Left hanging out in inquisitive park

That we're the love of one another’s lives



Yeah, you’re my Ava Gardner

I’m your Sinatra

We are bound around the waist, babe

Yeah, no matter where we are

No matter where we are

No matter who we are with

We are bound around the hips, babe



And you knew I could be gentle

When I was in the mood

You knew just when to leave me

To pontificate and brood

So industrialists and God, Scott

You chose your bullfights but got

Only ones you’d ever lose



We were too too like each other

We would clash at every turn

Yet for your sacred fire, babe

I’d still gladly char and burn

You knew what it was to face

Being animals who have grace

We admitted ignorance

Not learned anything



Yeah, you’re my Ava Gardner

I’m your Sinatra

We are bound around the waist, babe

Yeah, no matter where we are

No matter where we are

No matter who we are with

We are bound around the hips, babe



Yeah but that’s what happens our kind

‘Cause we want to have it all

We are jealous to the core hon’

Romantic to a fault

But having said all of this

I’d not change a word or a kiss

You were a Monday morning malt