You held my hand under the pale street light
Whispered sweet words
And didn't notice my height

At first you thought I was your sort
But without my heals I was to short
Or was it the birthmark on my arm
That made you think I lost my charm

‘Cause you have this image in your mind
on how you want your girlfriend to be
and darling, it's not me.

And so two weeks later I see her sitting there
and she's really pretty with her long dark hair
She's tall too and look perfect to me
Just the way you want your girlfriend to be

We say hi, you smile and wish me luck
Well, at least I was good enough to fuck