The ultimate perfection,
She's a lady full of charm,
She tantalizes day and night,
My morals to disarm.

I try to take no notice, of
The way she looks at me,
But auburn hair and emerald eyes,
Are all that I can see.

But she is just a fantasy,
Her love I'll not attain,
To see her smiling down at me,
Is driving me insane.

I try to turn the other way,
Forget that she is there,
But all that I can think of
Is the things she doesn't wear.

I love my pinup lady,
For she dresses scantily,
And lives upon my office wall,
For everyone to see.

by David Ronald Bruce Pekrul