His hair will be brown
his eyes will be blue
he wont share a resemblance
to a loser like you
he wont shout
and he wont drink
he wont cheat on me
or push me to the brink
he wont bring girls home
and pretend to me its fine
he wont stay out all hours
or drink 4 bottles of wine
he wont make me pregnant
then insist it wasn't his
he wont try and make me
get rid of the kid
and he wont hit me in the stomach
when i tell him i want it
he will support his own son
and love him bit by bit
he wont make me mad
and he wont make me angry
everything will be
fine and dandy
he wont solve every argument with his fist
but sadly for me he doesn't exist
