One in the perfect, one in the real

I'm tottering between two incredibly

unimaginably

great men

two so awesomely crafted

it seems surreal

that my head starts to spin

when the hand hits a clock

one man for a perfect world one man for the real

it's a war

they way they tug my heart

and it both belongs to them

one is smelling good on the stove

the other I'm still tryin' to crack

then they ask

Why two? Why two?

Why, I have a ravenous appetite

what if one can not alone fill?

then it does not fill!

they say

don't prepare another

you popostrous woman

the skillet's only room for

one.

and i say

I think not?!

I don't, I say

for two is better than one any day

while one makes me think the other makes me feel

one man for the perfect and one in the real

it's a shameless

full of game

I undutifully assume

wrap me tightly in this burrito of Love

for I've yet to be tasted in the middle

and on the sides and

try me with sauce!

you shall not regret

they shall not regret

but I regret

for my heart still is sewn in two

one in the perfect and 1 in the real

maybe I'll take my butterknife

and slice open another dimension

and with that same knife

slice another me

and then I can live happily

with one man in my perfect world and one man in my real

don't worry

the wound will heal

Mar 1st-02