I Don't Think She's Ugly, She's Just Not Pretty
I don’t think she’s ugly, she’s just not pretty.
This girl is one of many I see in this city.
The women around here are so dull and plain.
It’s not hard to treat any of them with disdain.
I’m not prejudiced to those chicks that I find.
It’s just that I don’t like women of that kind.
I think I can wind up with something better.
I don’t want a redhead that looks like an Irish Setter.
If that blonde comes out in the middle of the night,
she can make a blind man run away with fright.
Who wants to get stuck with an ugly brunette?
I don’t smoke, but I will have a cigarette.
I think each one of them looks like a clown.
I don’t want to go. I just want to get out of town.
For Kristen's Oxymoronica contest
Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2011
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