You're dreaming of a pretty girl
With those red stained lips and curly hair
A clinging dress and hourglass shape
A face for a Claude Monet

Oh, she'll hold your hand on the sidewalk of life
She'll giggle at all the right times
She's poised and petite and like a glass of fine wine
She only gets better with age

I'm afraid that what I'll offer you
Is more like tarnished brass
I can hold your hand and warm with touch
But I've been tossed around and used up

I know I'm gorgeous to the right pair of eyes
But I'm not sure what's behind the sparkle of yours
Because I'm yearning for your full attention
But I know you can get so much more