He is not my dream guy.
You know the type…tall, dark, and handsome,
With rock hard abs and a smooth silky speech.
You know the type.
Apparently, I don’t even know my type.
He’s my height, a little round, a loud talker, with a big booty.
He probably can win a burger eating contest.
He is a guy’s guy.
He’s not a prima Donna, cause that’s normally what I like.
But he smells good and always wears that cologne I like.
His snoring chops down the entire forest nightly.
He gets on my nerves.
We never agree on anything.
Plus, he’s a Cowboys fan.
Yet he’s my everything.
They say opposites attract and I love him so…
That’s why he’s my everything…