You're such a beauty with your powder blue eyes,
Like specs of loveliness.
Why can't he see it?
Why doesn't he know it?
They all talk about your flaxen hair;
Your legs that stretch from here to there,
But he outruns you
Without nary a strain.
You've got a long way to catch up to him
Cause you know that he's out of your league.
But you don't care how far you'll go,
Someday you'll have him on his knees.
Begging for mercy, please.
You got no reason for to doubt yourself
And what you bring to the game of love.
But he wont play it,
Won't even say it.
They all know you got the strategy.
It's so frustrating that he leaves you be.
Won't look your way,
Though he's not gay.
You've got a long way to catch up to him
Cause you know that he's out of your league.
But you don't care how far you'll go,
Someday you'll have him on his knees.
Begging for mercy, please.
You've run the cycle,
You've toured the maze.
You've carved a path.
You got it figured out.
Just at the time
You reach for prize
He does a zig-zag-ziggy-zag
Swill-still swanson sidelong swag.
You're such a stinger with your tight, ruby lips.
And he should be your own.
Why don't he see it?
Why don't he know it?
All can see the assets you could bring to romance.
But he seems numb to your signs.
What's wrong with him?
Not that he's dim.
But he keeps getting away
You've got a long way to catch up to him
Cause you know that he's out of your league.
But you don't care how far you'll go,
Someday you'll have him on his knees.
Begging for mercy, please.
Someday you'll have your way.
So you'll keep chipping away.
And someday your baby
Will come around to your way.
I was practicing my guitar, then heared about three seconds of a catchy commercial jingle that was kind of upbeat and decided to write something kind of whimsical.
This is in the tradition of 1960's pop rock songs like The Beetles might have inspired. The homage was unintentional.
I wrote it in about 20 minutes on april 22nd in the early morning when all was quiet.
