The more I think about it
The more I realize the similarity
its  surreal and uncanny but
she and I seem like the same entity

I write it all here on this journal
and she does the same
And as things go wrong
she and I find only ourselves to blame

The men in her life are plentiful
and some are certainly jerks
isn't that awful?
coz that also drives me beserk

I have that same horrified look
when I step on the scale
and I hate to admit that upon a hook
hangs granny panties so pale

Could it be I am more like her
than I will ever understand
A size 4 would never fit my rear
for it occupies its own land

It has its own zipcode you know.
and when I walk I hear it wiggles to and fro
My mom says I have big bones
yeah! like Miss Jones?

My insecurities are all very profound
and yes my chest is renowned
It feels like its measured in double letters too
I often feel like it has its own view

Man I wish I knew why
Miss Jones and I
fit to a Tee
Could it be?

A sign of things to come
have I been ignoring Mr Right?
Given a choice Hugh Grant
would be my boo, aint that a fright?

I guess that is why I am single
for I haven't quite met my Mr. Darcy
The man to make my senses tingle
Bloody heck wouldn't that be fancy?

Should I have stayed in London?
Waited for my life to evolve there?
When Cali is so sunny and exciting
is this the place to find what's rare?

A man who is honest and real
unafraid to show how he feels
Intelligent and responsible, is a must
maybe then I will again believe in trust.

Yep only in Cali
is what I have often been told
maybe this is where I am destined
to live and grow old

I came to the conclusion that
however similar Bridget and I seem to be
I will always be unique,
for there is no one in this world quite like me