I’m tethered to a specimen of physical perfection A walking, breathing masterclass how the fit survive selection His deltoids are a triumph of the gym’s aesthetic arts But there’s a tad of lacking… he’s hasn’t been endowed (oh no) he is fine down below) he’s hasn’t been endowed with the _ cognitive parts He’s a Tabula Rasa in Dolce and Gabbana I gaze into his eyes, they are a cerulean abyss Where logic goes to vanish in a cloud of mental bliss He opens up that chiseled jaw to speak a little phrase and even then I feel a cerebellum go ablaze He’s a Tabula Rasa in Dolce and Gabbana He treats the grandest hisstoree as elitist fluff He thinks the Code of Chivalry is "mostly macho stuff." He is a blank eraser on the page of human thought Removing every lesson that the centuries have taugth He’s a Tabula Rasa in Dolce and Gabbana He’s a decorative object, a collectible antique With less processing power than a beaver in a creek. He’s a statuesque reminder that the gods are cruel and snide To give a man a castle with nothing stocked inside I say: "Yes. We need milk.And he smiles. Because he likes milk And I love him liking me not for my mind But cuz I buy him milk He’s a Tabula Rasa in Dolce and Gabbana Hahaha lala by[Orchestral Crash. Blackout] " He’s a Tabula Rasa in Dolce and Gabbana
