Perfect Man

One day I thought I’d try my hand
At writing up the Perfect Man
I wrote him kind, I wrote him keen
I wrote him the best you’ve ever seen
He pleased me ’cause he loved me so
T’was I who wrote him, so I should know
He brought me flowers, he sang me songs
We talked for hours, he was never wrong
He kissed my tears, was kind to my friends
Listened with a patience that never ends
But he had no thoughts that were his own
He never used an impassioned tone
He never challenged a thing I said
He repeated only what he’d been fed
I realized I wrote him so
So I wrote him a door and let him go
I wrote him away so he could be free
For Perfect Man can’t belong to me

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