I want you to be good, by which I want you to be kind

-I want you to be good, by which I want you to be kind

Kind to whom, to you?, she coyly replies.

Not only to me, to everybody

Because I don't want to be in love until eternity

With a ghost, with a fiction, 

With a person that's not real and true,

But only an ideal that's from my imagination

Because I know this overflowing feeling 

I'm having for you is getting hard to subdue

-I really don't know.

Your words are sweet, but how do I know they're true?

If I believe you, will you make me feel blue?

-Listen, I don't know what else to do. 

I already talked too much and too long

And coming on too strong. 

I am tired and sleepy,

I don't want to go on and on all night and justify.

Suffice to say I want a woman who's sweet and kind,

Not some crazy, old, short and fat bitch 

Who complains of that and this;

Who's full of vulgarities but think she's a lady.

I'm going to tell you something:

There's a certain, real lady I know.

She's a Filipina, a few years younger than me,

Still hot and sexy, but not too bright,

Gentle and really classy.

Whenever she sees me, 

Her face lights up like a Christmas tree

And gives me a sweet, broad, smile.

I can tell from her big dark brown eyes

She wants me to ask her out, 

But I don't want to do that at all

For I like her, but that's as far as I go

If I ask her out, and she wants me to be more than a friend

That would put me in a real bind.

I'm telling you all this, not to boast and brag

But to make a point I am good and kind,

And what a rare man that I am,

And not at all, as the old, short, and fat hag

Accused me of being full of sham

You believe me or not, it's up to you

I don't give a dam

I am who I am

All this exercise in rhyme shit is making feel me sad

You probably don't know that, do you?