For Someone

Would you like to know what I think of you?
Well for starters, I wish that your eyes were blue
that your figure was maybe a little more Greek,
and you made sense when you opened your mouth to speak.

Would you like to know what I think of you?
With those wiry black hairs on your head all askew,
mismatched socks for the foot then the shoe
and God, do I wish that your eyes were blue.

Would you like to know what I think of you?
And the things that you say though I don't want you to?
And those things that you mean without knowing you do,
but your room's never clean, and you don't follow through.

Would you like to know what I think of you
when the morning sun rises and everything's new
and I'm groggy from all of the snoring you do,
would you like to know, then, what I think about you?

Well, when your eyes of molasses passes my gaze
and I see you've remained unshaven for days
and I reach for that cheek neither smooth nor clean
it's the most beautiful thing that I've ever seen.