One who thinks before he speaks,
When promises to call, he won't wait weeks.
I pray that he is gainfully employed,

And when I spend his cash, won't be annoyed.
Pulls out my chair and opens my door,
Massages my back and begs to do more.

Oh!  Send me a man who will make love to my mind, Knows just what to say, when I ask "How big's my behind?"

One who'll make love till my body's a twitchin, In the hall, the loo, the garden and kitchen!

I pray that this man will love me no end,
and never attempt to shag my best friend.

And as I kneel and pray by my bed,
I look at this dickhead you sent me instead.