Buddy like ways

**(Verse 1)**
It’s a Sunday mornin’, and I’m tryin’ to snooze,
Stepdad’s in the kitchen, can’t find his own shoes.
“Hey, kid, pass the beer, it’s a real fine day!”
While Mom’s in the corner, lookin’ like a cliché.
**(Chorus)**
Oh, stepdad, bless your heart, got the charm of a clown,
Romance ain’t just giggles, you can’t win her with a frown!
“Let’s cuddle on the couch, skip this lovey-dovey mess,”
But Mom’s all up in her head, she needs more than a jest.
**(Verse 2)**
He thinks love's a pizza, with extra cheese and fun,
But Mom’s heavy on the toppings, and boy, she’s not done.
“Let’s just grab a burger, why she lookin’ so blue?”
‘Cause she’s readin’ her philosophy, and he hasn’t a clue.
**(Chorus)**
Oh, stepdad, bless your heart, with your buddy-like ways,
You’ve got no clue that lovin’ ain’t just drinkin’ for days!
“Take me out for ice cream, let’s make this night sweet,”
While she’s dreamin’ of candlelight and a romantic tweet.
**(Bridge)**
I’m caught in the middle, feelin’ like a referee,
“Hey, stepdad, maybe try flowers, can’t you see?
It’s not about beers or the sitcom on the screen,
Romance needs a little spice, if you know what I mean!”
**(Outro)**