Confused, half-bewildered fool,
With love's games you're engineering
My naivete as your tool.
My dandruff does not bother you.
You loudly claim indifference
To my moustache and tummy too.
For looks you claim no reverence.
But you do stare at shampoo ads,
At supermodels' six-pack abs;
You follow all new hairstyle fads
And miss no chance for elbow jabs.
So do I trust your words or eyes,
For what is truth and which are lies?