Dear Next Girlfriend

I'm sorry about my humour
And what i'll serve you for dinner
And i'm really really sorry about my terrible fashion sense
And when you talk about clever stuff
I can be a bit dense

I'm sorry i'm no looker
In the mornings i'm like a ropey hooker
And about being completely disasterous at the housework
And when you need a little attention
I can be a bit of a berk

I'm sorry about my mood
And the days when I like to brood
And the days when i'm hiding behind a veil of jokes
And when you want a little action
My legs are hairy like a blokes

But I make absolutely no appology
For getting you interested in me
I don't mind that i'm going to condemn you to be us
Because when all is said and done
You're bloody marvellous