My Type

Let me cut your hair they say, you know the girls will surely love it

Let me dress you up they say, those old rags will never do

But can’t you see girl, I don’t care what you wear

Can’t you see baby, I like you for you

I don’t want a girl, who likes me for my haircut

I don’t want a girl, who marvels at my clothes

There are more important things, than pants that match the outfit

So much more important, that the shine of your shoes

It’s the glimmer of your smile, the sparkle in your eyes

Your smell and your touch, I’m not talking about perfume 

Your kindness and your humor, that’s what really matters

The way we care for one another, and teach each other too.

So please, oh please love, don’t put on the make-up

Don’t you know mascara, only hides the real you?

I love the way you look when you wake up in the morning

Roll out of bed and throw on those running shoes

I want a girl, who cares about the planet

The people, the animals, and global warming too

Some may think it’s strange that I’ve never cared for styles

Passing fads and fancies, I only care for you