I’ve lost too much track of time
Finding a prince charming would be so sublime.
Where, oh, where could he be?
I need to find him.
When he sees me will he even recognize me?
No, I don’t go to the gym,
But I am trying to work on my weight and be trim.
Big blue eyes or green eyes, does it really even matter?
Just to be able to talk to him would certainly flatter.
Is it really the size that counts?
I’ve been told that the inner glow
Is more than what doubles my amount.
What about depression and anxiety?
There are so many standards in this world’s high society!
I am patiently waiting
For that game they call dating.
I believe I am part of the Lord’s great work of art!
Everybody has their shortcomings and flaws,
To finding love, I don’t believe there are any particular rules or laws.
When I meet him I know I’ll love him from the start,
And hope that he’ll stay in tune and do his part.
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