GIRLS! GIRLS! GIRLS!

Girls! Girls! Looking around I see,
I wonder which one is meant for me
Love, crush or maybe something might click,
Different kinds of girls, I'd never get sick.

You see the sporty ones jogging all around,
Good and healthy...and they're hardly round.
But you see for watching them I have found,
My ass, they'll kick into the ground.

Chic and classy and a tinge bit wild,
Their fashion senses... I like their style
But going for 'em way too fast,
Mine and their interest... Nah, it wouldn't last.

Tall and leggy will definitely attract you
Because look around man, there're only a few.
But who am I kidding, I can't get any without any tricks,
I mean look at me man, I'm only 5 foot 6.

Happy and joyful with pirate-like smile,
Brings joy to your heart and warmth for awhile.
But the smiles could just be something flirty
And in the end, the thoughts run away feeling quite dirty.

Artsy, cool and tremendously hip,
Black is trendy and coffees they sip.
Music and art and they sound sophisticated,
But too much of that makes my mind constipated.

Popular girls have all they want,
And guys like me stand speechless and stunned.
But they can be too much and a bit of a nag,
Maybe she might be the new future hag.

Finally I conclude that a girl I would fancy,
Is someone nice and always smiling at me.
Don't matter what she do or what she say...
Pfff...alas, maybe I'll meet her one day.