Ronnie

It’s Ronnie.

Ronnie. Ronnie. Ronnie. Ronnie. Ronnie. Ronnie.

That girl has my mind.

She’s perfect perfection, section by section ,

Her hair, her eyes, her nose, her teeth, her lips, her behind.

Oh, Ronnie.

I’ve been standing face-to-face a foot from Ronnie.

That’s utopia.

And since I was with her my brain’s in a blither

Veronica!

Ronnie.

All the guys have got their hungry eyes on Ronnie.

So you’re not alone.

I hate to deflate ya’ but she’ll never date ya’

The best you’ll get is just her sexy voice on the phone.

That’s Ronnie.

When she says “hello” to Jerry, Jack or Johnny

They all answer, “Duh”.

She’s not crude or crass. She’s a real piece of class.

She’s Veronica.

Ronnie.

Smooth and confident and upper echelony

A real cultured pearl.

She’s deep into fashion. We’re deep into passion.

We’re sobbin’, mobbin’, throbbin’, slobberin’ over that girl.

That Ronnie.

Every night I lie awake and think of Ronnie.

Like, insomnia.

I may sound like a moaner

But can’t they just clone her?

Veronica!