Say Hello to Mr. Blue Jeans
Say hello to Mr. Blue Jeans-
He's the man you dreamed to meet.
He's got a steady job
n' keeps his bathroom nice n' clean.
His hair just won't recede,
but gets thicker with his age.
So he looks damn sexy,
as he's cooking up your eggs.
Say hello to his nice car,
as he picks you up for dates,
or takes you out to islands
with the planes on his estate.
Say hello to Mr. Sensitive
as he hears about your day,
takes off your shoes and socks
saying, 'Je t'aime,' In his best Français...
and sure! He's... Mr. fix it,
who's six-pack glistens with a wrench,
as he unclogs your drain,
you watch his muscles as they flex.
Sporting sweat like it's high fashion,
you surely want this action!
But you feel a shake and you awake!
...to your fat slob of a husband...
© 2012 Brian M. Loewer All rights reserved.
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