I met this boy at the y
He was one in a million
And it makes me cry
That im not a turn on
Why do boys just like the looks
Whats the matter with us quirky chicks
How about a nice girl who reads books
Are all nice guys such big pricks
If I were a guy it would be different
Id want a girl who was oh so kind
Who'd spring for my overdue rent
Who would always help me in a bind
We would work our way out of every pickle
I'd never cause her any pain
Even if we didn't even have a nickel
Oh I wouldn't want an average Jane
Id wanna girl with some heart
One that loved to eat pizza cold
Around her, its ok to fart
And she'd love me once id gotten old
A girl with no qualms about smashing a bug
And one that knows what qualms means
That chick I always would hug
Even if she bathed in baked beans
I know this idea is a just bit scary
Now before you dismiss this poem
I know guys who think like this live out there-y
Could you introduce me if you know 'im?
