It was boredom at first sight,
You could hardly call him bright,
He is no-one’s Mr Right,
So what do I see in him?
Am I dazzled by his style?
Has he made my life worthwhile?
Does he melt me with his smile?
Don’t make me laugh!
But then I’m not so ideal,
I’m not gentle or genteel,
So the question should be:
What does he
See in me?
Have I fallen in his spell?
Does he drown me in Chanel?
Is he vibrant? Is he hell!
So what do I see in him?
Every inch of him is limp,
He’s a 14-carat wimp,
I would rather have a chimp,
As my other half.
But then I’m not blessed with charm,
I bring chaos where there was calm,
So the question should be:
What does he
See in me?