I Can't Remember Her Name

Blonde, yes, that was the easy part

Midway between small and tall

She had warm golden skin

To say she was perfect says it all

She was Danish, a language student and teacher

She lived at a school out of town

I tried all summer to reach her

She was covered in golden down

The first time I met her was at the pool

Wearing a bikini and a smile

I’ve never gazed on a girl so cool

So rounded and curved I had to breathe a while

She was so beautiful, so wonderful

So far above my game

That as hard as I tried to woo her

I can’t even remember her name

She may be the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen

(Except Bodil, the warrior princess)

Bodil’s eyes were icy blue, the Danish girl’s green

They were both golden, born to success

I’m at an an age now when women ignore men

And Bodil, who I met last year at the club

Liked me, treated me well, like I was her dad

But as a lover, never, and that’s the rub

I’ve met some splendid women in my life

I’ve done my bit not to be lame

But the most splendid girl of all was Danish

And I can’t remember her name