I've been thinking about this, and I gotta admit.. it's a tough question to answer. Like anything else, or any problem, it's knowing that comes first, and gets you closer to resolution.
I still don't know what I want. But I'll attempt to contribute anyhow...
Her skirt will be knee-length, and leave something to the imagination.
Her jacket will be formal, but casual like a train station.
She drives a VW, maybe a Jetta or Passat.
Passat is probably Daddy's, but we know girls who drive Jettas are for the most part, HOTT.
She has quirks and idiosyncrasis, a dash of paranoia;
she's crazy too and knows about loyalties.
She knows everything, and probably more.
She won't take it to battle, she takes it to the store.
She's kind, attentive, and needy just like me.
She even understands how love is security.
And all the little things we do mean so much;
it's not the sex, it's the touch. Now let's cuddle.
She enjoys pointing out attractive men,
knowing that I don't mind.
I'm a man magnet, I've learned to live with it,
so she goes and she finds
all those cool, geeky, girly-guys that are so attracted to me
and next thing I know they're coming over for tea..
SHE'S A WHACKJOB they say and she's mine all mine
SHE'S A WHACKJOB they say and she's oh so fine...
Someday we'll meet, in the oddest place
I'll order a vanilla steamer, she'll be eating chocolate cake
with a side dish of spicy buffalo wings
--and extra ranch--
cause it's our thing.
She's not afraid to get messy, and doesn't mind because I do
she'll boldly wipe the spot I missed with a smile and a coo.
SHE'S A WHACKJOB they say and she's mine all mine
SHE'S A WHACKJOB they say and she's oh so fine...
She says all the right things at all the right times
She's teaching me how to tactfully cross the line
We're going places and getting things done
I'll become less "Hey, Dude" and more "Hey, Hon"
She's got a werd of the day,
and enjoys the ins and outs of wordplay.
She shares all my corny jokes,
and would even laugh at a racist poke,
but not take things too seriously:
She's a whackjob, now where the hell is she?
SHE'S A WHACKJOB they say and she's mine all mine
SHE'S A WHACKJOB they say and she's oh so fine...
She's for the most part maternal, better than my mom
but she's also a girl, so we'll go to the mall
I don't gotta look around, I know all eyes are on US
I'll smile, she'll wink, and then she grabs my butt
She knows just how to be graphic and play up the scene
or keep it on the hush cause we just hit the green
SHE'S A WHACKJOB they say and she's mine all mine
SHE'S A WHACKJOB they say and she's oh so fine...
She doesn't really exist from one day to the next
It's a trip when she takes too much of her Xanex
She likes bitch brews but won't turn down a Busch
Smokes purple kush and she makes me dive for the bush
--wait a minute-- she ain't like that. It's a trimmed twat, ya heard, so I'mma lick a cat.
She knows that music is my therapy
We sing together everwhere --even CAR-oake!
She'd let me start a band if only I had bigger hands
to play the guitar but she's satisfied with What I Got so far
She's an excellent driver, and knows how to heel-toe
She test drove the M3, but went with the Bentley --
OH
SHE'S A WHACKJOB they say and she's mine all mine
SHE'S A WHACKJOB they say and she's oh so fine..
She's out there somewhere...