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any word over three syllables required a diction'ry
it seemed that our relationship epitomized a quandary
when i'd talk about education, diagramming, or verbs
you'd stop and ask every three seconds, what's that word?

i was supposed to be the perfect, tiny, bright girlfriend
Folding your underwear was supposed to be my end
anytime I'd talk about something, sounding like a nerd
you'd act like I was talking bout why cottage cheese had curds

You wanted me to be a centerfold for Playboy magazine
I should have been bringing beer and keeping your house clean
I'm not June Cleaver or Donna Reed, or someone from Pleasantville
You wanted a pinup girl, not a woman with a will

It takes every ounce of courage to ask, "what do I see in you?"
How can I care more about you than visiting the loo?
The pull of the familiar, though anything else may be better
Still has me doing the things you like to the letter

But how could you not comprehend what the word flummoxed meant?
Why can you not see that this life isn't what I dreamt?
When will you understand that my life is more than you?
Can you ever comprehend you're not my dream come true?