Okay so here is the deal
I’m hungry for a manly meal.
No, not the kind you get a Denny’s
For six dollars and ninety-nine pennies.
I mean to feast on a real man,
Preferably with a glorious tan.
Looking for a round, shapely derriere.
Something for me to hold onto as he’s pulling me up into the air.
His eyes should be blue, oh yes blue.
But if I have to, I’ll settle for another hue.
Golden hair, whatever.
Reality is, the darker the better.
And then there is the inevitable,
Not that I’m trying to be a collectable.
If he could love me and only me
Well that would be a plus, as I hate the number three.
By that I mean me, her and him
Cause I don’t do two chicks chewing on a Slim Jim

(Yeah, I know this one is totally out of character for me, but ya know, sometimes girls just gotta have fun.)