My friend Tony loves all women
You could say he’s a connoisseur
He’s dated women of all kinds
Funny and sad, wicked and pure
Outlandish and demure

He says he’s now dating Poodles
He’s dated Wolves, but moved on
I ask him for a ‘please explain’
So we can join his thought train
And I’ll put his wisdom into song

Poodles, he says, are confident types
They look good in anything they wear
Radiate femininity, laugh a lot
Glide through life without a care
And always wear matching underwear

The Ipanema girl was a Poodle,
Angelina, Keira, and Charlize too
With little effort, men radiate to them
They’re late, never buy the drinks
Don’t care too much what men think

Wolves are diamonds in the rough
They’re funny and live to eat
Like to give out special treats
They’ll show up ten minutes early
Don’t like their lives to be too girly

Jennifer and Sandra are like Wolves
Wolves speak up and crack jokes
Like a night out with the blokes
In the pack, they care and share
Underneath, there’s well-worn underwear

Well, I’ve known Poodles and Wolves,
But my woman has none of those traits
She’s determined and aggressive
She likes to have her way
She’s more Bulldog, I’d have to say…