Brown grass

The ideal man

I'm not what women think of as the ideal man
I smoke a lot of cigarettes
And drink any and every chance I can
I talk a lot about my regrets
And talk as low as the dying man can
I'm quite the comedian
But I've lost all of my bets
And smell like a trash can
I would've showered
But I'm one of those guys who just forgets

I tried to be perfect
But then I went for flawed
I've got quite the intellect
I've got nice hair
But one day I'll settle for bald
I don't care
If I find a woman who isn't appalled
I'll forget what she is called
But I'll love her
Well As long as I can get erect
And if not
Well nobody's perfect
And not everyone can fall
Maybe nobody ever really loves at all
But I expect
With everyone's expectations
Even if I'm imperfect
A man With a name I'm just never called
That every opinions just another exaggeration