some girls
Some girls want riches and fame
Boys with lots of gold and bling
But to me that money’s only a chain
I don’t want to be your next Mrs. on that long list, okay?
Some girls want a man in uniform
They think that dedication will transfer
But I know a guy like that just isn’t the answer
I’m selfish and don’t want him to leave
I don’t want to be left behind to grieve.
Some girls want soft hands and sensitivity
A shoulder to cry on in times of pain
But I don’t want someone to lie to me
Tell me it’s alright just to keep me sane.
Some girls want abs and traps
They think muscles are all they need
Me, I don’t care where all those sculpted planes lead
I don’t just want a transient body
So I can brag he once was a hottie.
Some girls want a father for their babies
Some girls want a man they can be proud of
Who provides for her too
Some girls want a lover
Other girls want a fighter
Who can tell them what to do
Some girls want all these things
But not me.
I want a man who can appreciate the beauty of simplicity
A man who lacks greed
I want a man who’s dedicated to me
Who will love me more than some inanimate country
I want a man who knows when to leave and when to stay
That will call me out on all the shit I say
I want a man with true beauty
His good heart is much more important to me.
I just want someone to laugh with
Cry with
Fight with
Love with
And die with.
Girl, this is why you’re still single
My friends always say
I can’t help but admit that it’s true
I’m an idealist and a romantic to boot
But my reply is always the same:
I’m not some girls and I want to be happy, okay?
I may have impossible dreams
But I would rather stay a dreamer
Than give myself away
I would rather sleep a thousand years
Than wake up one day
And realize I’ve been married to a stranger
Who doesn’t love me
Married to a stereotype
Without seeing the man underneath
To me this is a much more dangerous fantasy.
So if I die all alone
A moldy old spinster
in an echoey home
Then the dream of a good man
to the grave
will accompany me.