The context: A brilliant, jaded woman finds herself falling for a kind, hot dummy.
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A Sweet Giddy Idiot
Music & Lyrics by David Rackoff NETTIEHE ISN’T A WIT. HE ISN’T ONE BIT. NOT CUNNING, BUT STUNNING. THAT MUCH I’LL ADMIT. IT MUST BE A WHIM; I CAN’T LOVE A SWEET, GIDDY IDIOT LIKE HIM. HE’S NOT GOOD AT SPEECH. HE’S SHARP AS A PEACH. SUBTRACTIONS AND FRACTIONS ARE OUT OF HIS REACH. HE LIVES AT THE GYM. CAN’T FALL FOR A SWEET, GIDDY IDIOT LIKE… WHAT IF I TRIED MY HAND AT WEDDED BLISS? IT MIGHT BE NICE TO HAVE SOME BEDDED BLISS. SUCH EMPTY-HEADED BLISS! I’VE LOST MY MIND, I’VE OVERCOME HOW HE CAN’T STOP FROM SHOWING ME HOW DUMB HOW HE CAN BE, BUT SOMEHOW HE… LIGHTS UP A ROOM! MY POSSIBLE GROOM! HOWEVER, HE’LL NEVER CORRECTLY USE “WHOM”. SO WHAT IF HE’S DIM? I LONG FOR A SWEET, GIDDY IDIOT LIKE HIM. I’M LOSING MY COOL. I’M STARTING TO DROOL. SO QUERY THIS THEORY: WHO’S TRULY THE FOOL? AND SOMEDAY HE’LL SEE THAT HE NEEDS A SWEET, GIDDY IDIOT LIKE ME. |