A Guy I Got Attracted To
|The man of my dreams lives nearby,
He's tall, dark handsome and waves hi;
When he's planting flowers outside.
He's cute, oh my. He's cute, oh my.
He's funny when he wants to be,
Recite lame jokes and laughs with me.
Moments that makes good memories,
Don't you agree? Don't you agree?
He jumps up and down, like a kid,
When he can't find the pots or lids.
He is thrilled he has no grand-kids.
He has two kids. He has two kids.
Cooks breakfast on Sunday mornings.
Yells at the Pats when not scoring.
He certainly is not boring.
Yet, adoring. Yet, adoring.
Sometimes he takes me out to dine,
To try out great food with white wine.
I think he'll be my valentine.
Will he be mine? Will he be mine?
Under the mystical Moon we stare,
Amidst the crisp cool midnight air...
To ponder what's really up there,
A site we share, a site we share.
The man of my dreams lives nearby,
Has black curly hair and not shy,
When he's going home for the night
Oh what a guy! Oh what a guy!
The man of my dreams will come soon,
Hoping he will appear before noon.
Arrive before the next full moon,
I sing this tune. I sing this tune.
October 23, 2007