A little easy, a little far.
What would you to do to hide the grease and tar?
I’m a lady who questions a lot.
When they found their better half, I wonder what they thought.
The other day, as I was sitting in the cab,
I saw a poster, as meaningless as the dab.
It said ‘Life is incomplete without love’
But the accompanying photo was a girl; with a boy above.
“Why are you still single?” they never cease to ask.
A few important points put under the mask.
“Don’t you get bored?” I ask them back.
Giving a sly look, they say, “cut me some slack.”
So here I wander
With immense joy in my own company.
Afraid how I’ll live one day
Grossly cozy and cushiony.
Jesus, find me a man
Worth going out of comfort zone
Someone who won’t mind me in my pajamas
And my stupid ugly moans.
You might think that’s not much to ask for
But boy, is there more
Someone who won’t keep talking to me
Someone who’s not a whore.
Someone who gets my body hair
Are not his to disown.
Someone who reads me poetry
And lets me write my own.
Someone that makes me laugh till oh my stomach hurts
Someone who knows how to apologize, someone who hotly flirts.
Too many little things you see on my demand list.
Yeah, I’d like to be in control of whatever catches my gist.
Even after I get that luxury, I won’t be completely satisfied.
Because I can be everything for myself and not feel terrified!