I can almost agree
With David Lee
About California girls
And I have to give due
To the beauty I view
Like precious, perfect pearls
I would remiss
If I didn’t list
Some thoughts on what I see
For how things look
Like covers of books
Don’t tell you much about me
Blonde buxom beauties from sunshine states
Dark smoldering vixens from an exotic place
Stunning bronze amazons that could eat you whole
Blazing Manes from Celtic plains with scorching dispositions
Oriental women so elegant and full of grace
Behind the shoji screens they reveal a different place
The one universal I seem to find
Is that men don’t see a woman’s mind
Beauty and brains don’t seem to coexist
Like some paradox that shouldn’t exist
I pity those men, and their grave error
I seek first the beauty from the interior
And another universal truth I seem to find
All women are concerned about their behind
Or their waist, or their legs, or the size of their feet
Not one have I ever met who felt them selves complete
What a shame that is, and I’ll tell you why
Beauty is so much more than what meets the eye
Don’t get me wrong, I love eye candy too
But give me discourse with wit, and I’ll love you
Perhaps that is why the net is so appealing
Just mind to mind, without appearance revealing
But here is the rub and the crux of the matter
Women see men in much the same manner