Why Is She Always In The Picture?

I just don't get it

I'm so much more

Beauty and brains

Then she'll ever be

Yet still she's the one

Always there

By your side

Smiling into the camera

Perfection on display

Devil playing the angel

With you none the wiser

To her foolish trick's game

Rock n roll groupie

She hangs on your every word

Drapes herself

All over you

Just like your body was the latest fashion

In bed

You're too caught up

To realize

All that passion

She's oh so faking

I told you

One night

How deep and real I felt

And still you turn to her

Blonde and busty

But not very brainy

Guess you had to

Guess you could't handle

A real woman like me

Mr. Bad Boy

Mr. Casanova

Would't know love

If it slapped you

Upside your great head of hair

She's hot

Yeah, but so what?

If there's no substance

To back it up

Trust me

That red hot physical attraction

It's gonna fade in time

In fact, I'd give it

In reality

About 6 months