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He was pretty and he’s been roaming round the bar
His Clark Kent glasses fixated on me
Moving to a new location every time our eyes meet
He is tall
Thin
Geeky
The kind of man a girl like me could fuck the shit out of
But still he isn’t you
So no wonder I don’t search him out
Go get his number
What chance does he have?
Sure he is as pretty as my hair fresh from your shower
But what are the odds he’s hiding Frank Sinatra under those shoes
Ghandi in his soul
And the best of tote shows in his laughter
Boys got nothing on you
Because I won’t even give him the chance