"So, what do you go for in a girl?" He crows, lifting a lager to his lips Gestures where his mate sits Downs his glass "He prefers tits I prefer ass. What do you go for in a girl?" I don't feel comfortable The air left the room a long time ago All eyes are on me Well, if you must know I want a girl who reads Yeah. Reads. I'm not trying to call you a chauvinist Cos I know you're not alone in this but... I want a girl who reads Who needs the written word & uses the added vocabulary She gleans from novels and poetry To hold lively conversation In a range of social situations I want a girl who reads Who's heart bleeds at the words of Graham Greene Or even Heat magazine Who'll tie back her hair while reading Jane Eyre And goes cover to cover with each water stones three for two offer but I want a girl who doesn't stop there I want a girl who reads Who feeds her addiction for fiction With unusual poems and plays That she hunts out in crooked bookshops for days and days and days She'll sit addicted at breakfast, soaking up the back of the cornflakes box And the information she gets from what she reads makes her a total fox Cos she's interesting & unique & her theories make me go weak at the knees I want a girl who reads A girl who's eyes will analyze The menu over dinner Who'll use what she learns to kick my ass in arguments so she always ends the winner But she'll still be sweet and she'll still be flirty Cos she loves the classics and the classics are dirty So late at night she'd always have me in a stupor As she paraphrases the raunchier moments from the works of Jilly Cooper See, some guys prefer asses Some prefer tits And I'm not saying that I don't like those bits But what's more important What supersedes