While Dreaming You Up....

I wish I had a
Handsome
Tall,
Dark headed
Prince Charming-

(Blonds not need apply)

That smelled like
Gucci Por La Homme II;
That would drink champagne with me
In a fancy restaurant
And walk me home against a Dallas skyline.

And while ordering this,
I wish this Prince Charming,
Had a three story,
Old house, with fixed up shutters,
And a winding staircase;
With
A nice garden-
And a wrap around porch-
Perfect for watching the sun go down.

And this house-
Out in the middle of nowhere,
Needs to have some trees around it;
Big trees...

Pine trees.

And...
I'd want him to have a boat,
And wear Nautica polos and
Boat Shoes,

And know how to sail.

Actually that's a lie.

I hate money,
And I hate boats.
I hate polos.
I hate crisp collars.

Scratch that.

I want someone easy going
That plays the guitar,
And wears flannel shirts,
And is letting his hair grow out
Just to piss his father off.

That has his ears gaged
And smokes
Cigarettes

As the ashes shower
His broken in,
Ripped up,
Faded jeans.

I want him to write me poetry
And lay in the dirt with me,
Down by the river-

And pick flowers for me to put in my hair-

And wear
Birkenstocks.


But he'd probably be a vegetarian or a Democrat,
Or both...and we cannot have that.

Never-mind.


I want,
Someone

That knows how to beat-box.
That wears baggy pants;

And always smells like
Cheap cologne from a gas station

And has every shape and size
Of diamond earring known to mankind;

And always has clean sneakers.

I want him to take me clubbing on
Saturday nights-
So I can dance dance dance,

Because I love to dance.

But he'd probably keep his tags on his hats.

And that goes against everything I believe in.

So...

I want a guy who is
A computer genius;

Who wears little glasses,
And talks about the study of the stars
And owns six different kinds of telescopes.

And can multiply
Big numbers in his head...

And always smells clean because
He still lives at home with his mother,
And she does his laundry for him-

Because they are best friends...

That actually would not be too bad;
Except for when he started being
Incredibly condescending
Like I have no common sense,

Just because I don't know the difference
Between
Astronomy and
Astrology.

That won't do.
I hate being talked to like a child.

Scratch that.

I want a country boy,
Who wears,
Levis
And comes from West Texas

And smells like
Polo Black
With his boots

And HIS ten gallon hat...

Who keeps his guns up;
Proud of his team
And his dusty town-

And the cotton in his field
That he,
And his father,
And his grandfather
Worked their entire lives to grow.

But let's face it...
Those West Texas cowboys are as slick as the
Leather boots they shine up every morning.

And I probably wouldn't be the only girl,
Drinking up,
His beautiful southern drawl.

No...

I think,

I want a guy,
That knows what he believes...
Even if it's not the same as me...

Even if he is a Democrat;
Or a Libertarian
Or an Independent.

But I would like him to be a
Christian--

While I'm dreaming him up...

I want him to be as passionate as I am,
About the things I love in my life-
And if it's falling stars or beat-boxing,
Or both...

I want to help and encourage him to pursue
Whatever dreams
He has for those;
And help him fulfill his goals-
Even if they aren't even close to the same as mine.

I want someone who is warm,
And makes me laugh;
A comedian,

Who wears soft clothes,
And smells like home,
That loves children

And can appreciate my art
And who understands the value of hard work.

I want someone who likes to read-
Who would read my work;
Or appreciate a good love letter-

Who has good taste in music,
And doesn't put their job over their family;

Who is not a picky eater-
Or if he is,
Would at least try sushi with me.

And I want someone,

That loves me the way I love them.
That values family
And values me...

And let's me take care of them.




That's all I really want;
While I'm dreaming you up
Mr. Prince charming...

All I really want,
Is to take care of you.