My Ideal Girl
I don't expect a girl that cooks,
Or reads the smartest, arty books,
Or wows the world with wondrous looks,
So long as she's not Nicki Minaj.
Her nose would be so slightly bent,
Her wage would barely cover rent,
She'd be not quite from heaven sent,
But more importantly, not be Nicki Minaj.
Her poise and habits might be strange,
Her mind would rank in middle range,
Her flaws should seldom ever change,
Unless they include 'being Nicki Minaj'.
Beauty doesn't mean a thing,
Nor shape, nor wealth, nor clothes, nor bling,
She wouldn't need to dance or sing,
Especially not as poorly as Nicki Minaj.
She'd never be the very best,
With hair unmessed, or fans impressed,
Nor blessed with excess breast on chest,
But at least she wouldn't be Nicki Minaj.
My ideal girl might seem a bore,
But why insist on so much more?
She's not that short, annoying whore,
Called Nicki Minaj.
(I don't like Nicki Minaj)
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