He laughed and brushed the hair back from my face
You’re so silly, he said, no one could be as vain as that
There is a wonderful mind inside that head
You just like to pretend it isn’t there
I looked into the face of this man I was starting to love
And hoped he would never learn the truth
That there is no wonderful mind, no deep commitments
No ingrained beliefs and deep seated dreams
There is only black hair and blue eyes
Lips a little too wide, hips a little too narrow
Pretty smiles and sexy kisses
Sure there is passion, because I’m a hedonist
And passion is pleasure, and I do pleasure well
But thoughts, commitments, beliefs
Those are for real people, real women
Not Barbie dolls with too many shoes
And not enough sense, not for little girls
Who never grew up and grown women who were never young
We satisfy ourselves with dry martinis and wet sex
We parrot words we know sound right
And pretend we aren’t plastic and hollow inside
A wonderful mind indeed…maybe it’ll take him
Just a little while to see the truth
And I can have him look at me like this
Just a little bit longer….maybe