Handsome

He's a dream, See the manly way he moves, See the trendy kind he suits And his toothpaste-smile Doesn't need to be proved. He's so smooth, With the slimy things he tells, And his perfume everywhere, He will tell you all, You want to hear. He's handsome, Like a piece of wood, Just a smile to be understood. He's handsome, Like a piece of wood And the more that you see, The more you will be amused. He's alone And he can't believe in you, He is further from the truth, What's best for him, Won't be good for you. He's a fake And the only things you see, Is a play for you and me, But his simple mind, Is mostly mean. He's handsome, Like a piece of wood, Just a simle to be understood. He's handsome, Like a piece of wood And the more that you see, The more you will be amused.