The Woman of My Dreams

The Woman Of My Dreams

The woman of my dreams isn't fancy,
She walks like us but she is pretty,
She laughs often and her talk is trite,
Yet it fills me up with simple delights.

She is fashionable, she is smart,
She is beautiful in body and heart,
Her face is round in a softened tone,
And she talks forever on the phone.

Her hair is straight no fancy curls,
Her eyes sparkle with specks of pearl,
Thoughts her own in so many ways,
Contrasting moods, nights and days.

Beliefs her own, so different from mine,
Her habits non-sensical, no reason or rhyme,
She smiles in rows of neat white teeth,
Could not stand her for more than a day,
But when leaving I want her so to stay,
You are not perfect but its the seams,
They make you the woman of my dreams.


Elvis Costello - She