Look at Me

Look at me
Aren’t I cool
My Mama
She raised no fool

Don’t you wish
That you were me
Swaggering about
For all to see

Walk with a twist
To give you a thrill
I even let
You pay the bill

The expensive meal
I did not touch
But to be seen with me
Is almost too much

I give you a smile
It’s part of my game
Pretend I care
You are so lame

I know I’m great
The way they look
I read them
Like an open book

Even the waiter
Can’t believe his luck
In your dreams
You poor smuck

“Thanks for the evening”
A peck on the cheek
Didn’t expect more
You dumb prick

Here’s my number
You’re glad I care
Surprise fool!!!
It’s dial-a-prayer