Me and My Lady
With my Mom and my Dad
Enjoyed the best time
That we ever had

Over food, drink, dessert and conversation
With laughter, smiles and stories
Remembering it was Easter Sunday
And giving The Lord His Glory

Then My Lovely Lady
The one I met on Clarkridge
Looked to her right and asked, "Excuse me,
"But who is that Dude On The Fridge?"

My mother said, "Oh, that's your man, my son.
"That's whom you've laid your eyes upon."
She gave the picture to My Lady who said,
"Mmmm. He is just turning me on."

"I love those eyes, that chin, those lips.
"I'd like to meet him soon."
This is what My Lady said
That Sunday afternoon

Then something happened very strange
It was very surprising to me
as she gazed at that man who weighed 175
talking to her man who weighed 283

I felt the pangs of jealousy
and envy rise within
Over a picture, a picture of myself
That, over my lady's affections, did win

But then I said within myself
"C'mon, man. You can't be serious!
"Why would you become jealous?
"Please don't let that make you delirious."

"Do you soon forget she fell in love with you
"Just the way you are?
"You were a fine-sexy man then, fine and sexy now
"You're still her shining star."

"So, please get over yourself, please!
"Those eyes, that chin, those lips
"Are still her prized possessions
"For her sake, and yours, don't trips".

And so, I am on a mission
to cause these two to meet
I happen to know just where he lives
the address, the number, the street

And looked at that pic, then struck a pose
And burned down the jealousy bridge
And remembered, "Hey, that guy IS me
"Me, The Dude On The Fridge."

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