He’s a California 10
A glittering specimen
of suave in waves
his game’s a maze
a purr in every phrase
Wicked in delicious ways
And he never stays
He’s a photogenic fantasy man
Smith and Wesson brand
No one will ever understand
Why he gets away with what he does
except for maybe doves
He’s human leather fitted gloves
even after he’s long gone
He was the one
Just fine and wrong
And dead inside
where we both try to hide