The Woman who doesn`t exist. ( Archived) (3)

The woman Who Doesn`t Exist Sean Morey

Come listen while I play, a song about a babe,
a babe who`s already to dress up like a French maid.

She loves the Super Bowl, but not the remote control,
For her anniversary she wants a fishing pole.

She`s the woman, she`s the woman, she`s the woman you`re never gonna meet.

She thinks your snoring is soothing, she loves that drool on your chin,
and when she catches you with her best friend, she joins right in.

She`s never on your case, she gives you closet space,
and when she takes her makeup off you recognize her face.

She says you`re number one, she calls you hunny bun,
she loves to hear stories about other girls you`ve known.

She`s the woman, she`s the woman, she`s the woman who`s never gonna show.

She loves to make you a sandwich, she brings you a budweiser,
And every twebty eight days, she gets even nicer.

She fills you with desire, she sings in the choir,
She calls your beer belley your power tire.

She loves to make you dinner, she thinks that you`re a winner,
And when you`re feeling down, she says pull my finger.

She`s the woman, she`s the woman, she`s the woman who doesn`t exist

Yep, those are the ones that want me The Woman who doesn`t exist that is.