Preface: 'one' and "the one"

She’s got legs of pins, and she’s got legs of pains
She’s seen the same tree patterns in every fucking state,
One is materialized, while the other waits to date
The one’s in a mind of her own watching the leaves that are blown
In the low-call park,
She calls for fresh flowers, and in exchange – supermark-
Out, all of these things, and in betweens
Where do we go we have seen enough
And when we know what we want
When we have penalized, when we have recognized
The night to the day, and the day to the night,
And we want to say goodnight dear one, we must go

The one girl comes and another goes, they’re never of companion
The one is the one, while one is just composed to softly play on the piano,
good on the ears, good on the eye,
But the one is good on the heart

She’s got all false virus, she’s nature smart
She’s been naked too much, she who is she is the tart

The one is rare seen, not hiding, just hard to find
But if you find yourself you may find her
She who is the one is the one I’d prefer