Man Seeking Woman
The evening was just perfect
'Cause the moon was fresh and full
And the air was cool and dry
As I gulped down, my Red Bull
I was anticipating
That I hope to make a score
As She meets my expectations
And perhaps a little more
I hope she's not a nerd
'Cause I'm really not that smart
And not a connaisseur
Cause I'm not much into art
But a woman down to earth
With those mutual desires
That can take a man of girth
And set his loins on fire
While sitting in Perrier's
At this table that I picked
In the corner of the room
Should really do the trick
The waiters wear black ties
With a towel on each arm
Pouring wine from chilled bottles
Surely adds to all my charm
Oh, There she is, what a beauty
And I can't believe, "On time"
She sure looks like a cutie
I'll have to make her mine
As she walks directly towards me
She displays a pleasant smile
This response from a woman
I haven't seen, in such a while
Then she sits a cross the table
And we talk 'til we turn blue
Satisfied in our hearts
That no one else could do
Then She said I must be honest
It's my sex, I had it changed
And I'm sorry if you hate me
I know this seems insane
I replied with a tear
As I reached out for her hand
It's all right my dearest love
I must confess, I'm not a man
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