Between the two he gets to choose,
Ronnie’s so lucky—he cannot lose.
His eyes are good he will not miss
her wind-blown hair, the way it twists
and curves like Nature made it do
and gleams with love in the afternoon.
Then her face he won't forget—
chin so soft, yet firmly set
beneath her light blue eyes (those sing
like summer raindrops in the wind).
But I get the girl he leaves behind.
God, I hope he is blind
and does not love the one who’s blond:
she's the girl my dreams are on.