Been searching high, been searching low
For a gal I could spend my life with
Found one but she's got a pimply bum
And real bad breath, take a whiff!
She's no dreamboat, sunken ship perhaps
She walks with a limp and she stutters
I've just got no luck, in a quandary I'm stuck
Soon be old and decrepit, and I mutter
Maybe it's me that might be the problem
No Adonis though at one time I thought so
Just coz I dribble and spit in the street
Down inside I'm really quite sweet though!
Surely there's a chance that I'll find her soon
They say there's a mate for all lovers
I'm sure she's out there, a gal I'd be proud of
Not one that has wings and can hover!
© Jack Ellison 2012