Fallin' In Love With Whatever

I'm a-walkin' along the side of the street
Just any ol' day. It don't matter. It don't.
Along my sojourn, I pass woman after woman,
So many oozing pulchratude. Yeah, English with Latin.
I gaze with enchantment at the eye candy before me,
And fall in love with what I did see.

So, what is the matter, you ask?
Would you like to really be in the know?

I am fallin' in love with whatever comes from the trees,
With whatever sells, and whatever just walks.
I am fallin' in love with whatever did agree,
Or if it don't, that is fine by me.
I am fallin' in love with so many vain primadonnas,
Shallow as the kiddies' pool at a public facility.
I am fallin' in love just for the hell of fallin' in love,
And apparently, I just don't give a damn.

I scan these ladies up, and I scan these ladies down,
Down, all around, eyes down to the tippy-toes.
Then comes the part where I hit on these broads.
If you ask their replies, well, it depends on their jobs.
Uptown girls just want to make money,
But money the honest way, you see,
Though I do not flash 'em money, I offer them my services,
And I get a kick in the balls, then a firm rebuke.
Then there are "those" kinds of girls who hang on every corner,
Chomping their gum, dressed two-score-ish,
But I'm a desperate man seeking desperate measures,
And I approach and speak, to which they offer themselves for a buck.
A twenty follows, then two hours of physical charisma,
Eyes spinning 'round and 'round in the back of my head,
And then it ended, and she is out the door and out of my life.
What a bummer. What a doter I am, indeed,
For I was fallin' in love with whatever I did see. For shame!

I got the physical part down, but I failed in my task.
I really wanted love, but apparently it speaks in volumes other than sex.
I can't just walk along the streets of the city
And think that every woman has potential.
There's gotta be chemistry here, or somewhere,
And I don't know where, but I'm gonna die lookin'.