She's a mythical creature in skin tight jeans The one and only reason denim exists Her beauty is all games and never That serious More than deadly A total loss of cabin pressure And I'm not even reaching for the oxygen We all gotta die some time Right? I just want the way her perfect skin plays Hide and seek with every beam of light To be the last thing my nerve endings experience Before my dying brain says I'm outta here Good job! And never wakes again.
Why does the experience of epic beauty cause an equal amount of stupidity in men?