The Fussy Man [NYC Singles]
Because there is no love within him, for himself, or anyone else,
He wanted the perfect woman. ... Or did he? Perhaps, not.
He noted everything - too sporty, too glam, too ...,
Well, I don't know --- it was just, tooo something.
She was, in the end, really not his type. They rarely were.
Too perfect, perhaps. Yes. Although, perhaps not, either.
Everything was right about her,
But then again, she was too high maintenance.
He was trying to figure out, if she was good enough for him.
He was, as only he knew how, offering nothing for everything.
Finally, he could not settle and
He was unable to fault her, so he started to pick on the little things,
Like the white gold box chain around her neck.
She was busy, organising to feed some homeless kids in Midtown.
Meanwhile, he in all his irritations, he was, ... well,
He was still just a smidgin dissatisfied..
He wished that she'd lose that tan line on her thighs, and not to mention
That chain, he said - do you really like the box, I prefer the link.
She did not blink. (Perhaps 'the noose' would have been better.)
Why's that, hon. No really, …I'm serious. You seem upset. Why is that?
She replied; I would suggest that you place the chain up your backside,
So that you can slip through your own arsehole and hang yourself. |
