Who But You
I picture in my mind my ideal girl,
by Terry Donovan
I picture in my mind the girl for me,
The sort that ought to set my heart awhirl
The sort that ought to set my spirits free.
I make a perfect girl identikit,
I make a likeness of a pretty face,
I juggle bits around until they fit,
I juggle 'til the image falls in place.
And when I've finished I stand back and look.
The prefect woman is a sight to see!
There never was a portrait on a hook
That lightened up a room so gracefully.
And best of all, when this process is through,
The picture that I see is none but you.