I want a man who’s handsome, smart and strong
One who loves to listen long
One who thinks before he speaks
One who’ll call, not wait for weeks.
I want him to be gainfully employed,
and when I spend his cash, he’s not annoyed.
Pulls out my chair and opens my door,
massages my back and begs to do more.
Oh! For a man who makes love to my mind
And knows what to answer to “how big is my behind?”
I want this man to love me to no end,
and always be my very best friend.
I want a deaf-mute nymphomaniac
With huge boobs,
Who owns an off licence and a speed boat.
I know this doesn’t rhyme but I don’t give a dime.