The Art of Attraction

Said the short man in the three inch lifts, To the woman with the Botox lips, “People today are all so phony How can we know what’s not baloney? How do we find out what is real? And how do we know how we should feel?” Said the woman with the tinted lenses, To the short man honing his defenses, “Can’t you just believe in what you see? The sooner you do the happier you’ll be. Why do we need to find out what is real, When we are working so hard to conceal?” There’s a part of me inside, That I try my best to hide, Living in a guarded place, Tucked away without a single trace. None may enter and none may see, ‘Cause if you did you might hurt me. So I only show the parts I want, To throw you off when you start to hunt. Said the short man with the facial hair, To the woman with the wide-eyed stare, You’ve got a beautiful augmented body, Can I drive you home in my Maserati? Even if it’s only lust that we’ll incite, We can fall in love at least for tonight. Said the woman with the perfect nose, To the short man, here’s what I propose, Let’s drink and dance right here for a while, Throw me a glance and I’ll give you a smile. Let’s give it a chance and maybe who knows? Let’s wait to see if anyone shows. There’s a part of me inside, That I try my best to hide, Living in a guarded place, Tucked away without a single trace. None may enter and none may see, ‘Cause if you did you might hurt me. So I only show the parts I want, To throw you off when you start to hunt.