The Ideal Woman
Long legs and blonde hair,
Never rip, Never tear,
She's plastered on ads,
All new styles, all new fads,
She's loudly quiet,
Never cheats on a diet,
She's business savvy,
The same color skin,
As caramel taffy,
She knows how to sing,
Read, write and direct,
Everything she does,
It's always correct.
She gives to the poor,
When they knock on her door,
And money to foundations,
And art organizations,
She knows her Chablis,
Keeps a daily diary,
Wakes up daily at five,
Drinks coffee to stay alive,
She's an ardent lover,
Always hugs her mother,
Knows chic French phrases,
Vacation in sunny places,
She'd never be violent,
But she's never stay silent,
She's far too busy,
For all the noise in the city,
And retires away,
To a spa hideaway,
All my friends want to be her,
Please tell me if you ever see her,
This woman Aphrodite kissed,
With perfect abs and perfect lips,
She must be out there,
(Not that I really care),
Do you think she has Facebook?
I think I might have to look,
For this glowing femme,
This dream of women and men.
Perhaps she's on television,
Or maybe it's a premonition,
Where photoshop and makeup fall short,
Therein lies the far resort,
Where the ideal woman resides,
Amid a generation full of,
Fake bodies and lies.
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