Said she…

Said she,

“I want to be the pretty girl,
Whose got no freckles on her face,
I want to be the lucky girl,
For who everything turns out just fine,
I want to be the funny girl,
And walk amidst the laughter,
I want to be the rich girl,
Who, as she pleases, toasts, wines and dines,

I want to be the smart girl,
Who knows her way around the world,
I want to be the party girl,
And dance into the night,
I want to be the girl who finds a guy,
And he loves her back just as fine,

I want to be that girl,
Whose got it all”

Said the old man,

“Find me such a girl, or girls,”
And when you find her,
Ask her if she is happy, if she is without trouble,
Without fear, without guilt,
Without a past we don’t want to hear of,
Without a future she knows not of,

And then see,
If it’s you or she,
Who is prettier, luckier, funnier, richer and smarter,
Fun to hang out with and loved,
Who is happy, trouble-free
And you will realize,
Whose really got it all.