Youth, I've heard it said.
Fat and tits and ass and legs
and eyes and mouth and head.
With a shiny mane of curly locks,
Where boys learn what to look for
from Gene Harlow and James Bond.
So what's alluring in a man?
A bank account, she cried.
A head of hair, a hammer,
A willingness to ask directions,
You ladies got your taste in
I wish it sounded more romantic,
but I can't be more sincere.
and pure deep primal fear.
So how on earth could marriage work
at most end up pretty fast?
That day -to -day breach sets contempt,
by what bond could it last?
And that is why I settled down
with my best girl in state
Like heels and traces, heels dug in,
I wish it sounded more romantic,
but I can't be more sincere
wedding bells a -ringing in
But all the groom can think about
is wham, bam, thank you, ma 'am
And could it be the bride
something noble in her groom
While his moving eyes are checking out
each sweet thing in the room
But as for me, I know my place,
It's like they say, I'm married up,
she's ripe with looks and charm
And so I pledge again to heaven,
And kiss his lips and say these words
Till death, babe, do us part
What's attractive in a woman?
Youth, I've heard it said
Bat and tits and ass and legs
and eyes and mouth and head
So what's alluring in a man?
A bank account she signed