His picture enforces mental images Beauty hes what society dreams He smiles at me Teeth whiter then pearls But those of us with ravish faces I lack certain social graces He asks of a picture of me And I am forced to let go Of hope and of wishes I begin to pray to a God i didnt know No reply Neither him nor I "I dont think im the one" Its over in my mind "No youre not ugly you not my type" Its the lie that makes me cry He was not the first Nor is he the one Theres plenty of guys out there Any of which i.can choose and try But theres only one for me And he's the one I wish I knew