Y Chromosome
She's got a Y chromosome,
Or so they say, but what will the neighbours think?
But despite this seemingly minor flaw,
I really think I love her.
She's genetically wrong for what she is,
But there's no need to raise such a stink.
But whatever genetic inconsistencies there are,
I really know I love her.
People come to me nearly every single day,
And they say, "How did you manage to score such a catch?"
But somehow or another,
They always seem to shy away
When they find out her genetics and genitals just don't match.
Why? I don't know why?
There's something going on with nature's magic wand,
But every time I see her wink,
The goosebumps in my spine shoot straight up
And blow my mind, and I swear by my soul I love her.
