She Has Nothing I Want

I understand the importance of remaining faithful to the one you love. When two hearts become one, and the knot is tied, no simple thing was done! It really had no resemblance to taking a stroll through the park. Though there was much to see there was far too little time to sit. It wasn't like watching a terrible film and then badgering the employees - no refund was available, this was it. What I don't understand, however, is how readily available women are with their ammunition, when you so much as look in another lady's direction. She becomes hard like a Catholic teacher, sending me straight to detention. The female form is a beautiful thing. Would you not agree? You don't have to be a guy to notice how lovely. I believe you should be incredibly worried if I never looked at any other. Even the best of us are quite stupid, but don't call me disloyal I believe you should have faith I won't slip up. You didn't just pick me out of the gutter... You planted a seed deep inside and turned this dirt into promising soil. That girl in the red bikini who walked daintily on the beach was simply that - A girl in a red bikini walking daintily on a beach! The truth is I don't know a thing about her: her favorite color or what she smells of when she wakes, or whether she's into dogs or cats (I know when you see a kitten with a ball of yarn, your heart just quakes). I don't know her ticklish spots, the perfume she wears, or what she likes to eat. Can she down just about anything, like you, And still remain light on her feet? I haven't the slightest clue for she is simply a girl passing through. She has nothing I could ever want, nothing that would ever hope to satisfy. She is like a pretty picture - a reminder of my humanity. But with you, my dear, you make me feel like I have wings, that could so easily touch the sky!