Chevaux de Freeze
Pam's very nice so far as she goes
The kind of looks I usually admire
A few quid in the bank is a help
Yet she doesn't set my heart on fire
Nancy on the other hand is poor
She's no Monroe or Lana Turner
More a down-market Bette Davis
A plain Jane, and a bit of a yearner
Just how do you weigh up women?
What should go into the scales?
Why can't I be spontaneous
Sit back, let the wind fill my sails?
Instead I natter and dither
With plus or minus I'm obsessed
Status, height, knee-caps or hair
I'm like a calculator possessed
Will I ever change my perspectives
Diev in and just go for broke?
My inhibitions are super-glued
I've tried but each time I choke
I'm after non-existent perfection
But is this quest merely a defence?
Deep down do I fear getting close,
Is that why I teeter on the fence?
For I was badly hurt as a kid
My gerbil died when I was young
Do I associate love with rejection
Where intimacy risks getting stung?
Today I had a quiet word with Pam
Told her she wasn't the one for me
Did the same with poor Nancy
Once more I seemed finally free
Tomorrow morning's my first session
My latest therapist is called Titania
But I'm not sure if we'll get on, for she's a
Bleached blonde with thin thighs from Rumania