Which Part Did You Fool Her Eyes

You reek of fancy smell That one worn by a kingly son You spend your daddy’s golden coins And drive like a daring prince to town You open doors like gentlemen And lead her way to tricky nonse You smile like she was your world And dance until she finds romance Which bait did she first bite? Was it the fancy smell Of your rotting four-wheel drive? Was it your golden coins- Which piled up credits from your daddy’s bank? Or the gentle gesture like a sheepish boy, But tigers roared behind you as time went by. So which part did you get her fooled? For neither are you a pretty man. Nor a roguish broad-shouldered cowboy. Your small eyes know no mystery No deep soul to unravel Your hair is losing healthy strands And boy, those wrinkles lining up!- Where did that stress come from? Your nose they also didn’t seem right Your lips, oh never mind! Your brain can count a hundred times, I’ll give you that. But let x be you, and y be her, A riddle you cannot solve So one last time I ask Which part did you fool her eyes?