Wayward Man - Rowland S. Howard

Was there a poverty of care when I cared for you?

And when I tumbled down the stairs was I not there for you?

I’m the fly in the ointment

Your major disappointment

Just because I can

Be a wayward man

I do all my best thinking unconscious on the floor

And when I kissed you, darling, did I stick in your craw?

I’m a fly in the ointment

Your constant disappointment

Just because I can

Be a wayward man

Be a wayward man

I’m your wayward man