June 30, 2008

• Miss Jones...

  
  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

  • 11:59 pm
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