There must be something wrong with me.

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Cause I don't find in the least sexy.
All those pretty boys with their perfect bods.
Prancing around like Hollywood gods.
Cause everywhere that I care to look.
In every movie and every book.
I see, I see, I see. Those guys with their deltoids pumped.
And their sex appeal has my libido stumped.
As for me, I long for the days of Robert Mitchum.
I know he was a little beefy and soft.
But when he took it all off.
He was Bitchin.
As for me I long for the days when guys didn't look,
like they spent all week at the gym.
When skinny legs and love handles were in.
At least a smidgeon, ooh give me Robert Mitchum.
Now I'm not immune to the well known charms,
of a drop dead chest and some well toned arms.
But a little (glitch) here and there, makes it hard for me not to stare.
Now I'll never look like Marky Mark.
But some people say I've a real big heart.
It's true it's true oh God I would have been hot back then.
Before the age of implants and colagen.
As for me I long for the days of Robert Mitchum.
Though he smoked and did a lot of bad stuff.
But when he acted real tough.
He had me a twitchin.
As for me I long for the days when guys didn't drink bottled water but bottles of gin.
Or fret about the state of their skin.
That's when I would ditch em.
Give me Robert Mitchum.
Hey does anybody remember him in Cape Fear?
Now that was a moving experience.
He was homicidally sexually serious.
Bad to the core and the little he wore.
I'll never forget and better yet.
When his bedroom eyes came into view.
You know he knew just what to do.
A.perfect ten. Back in the days of real men.
Like Robert Mitchum.
And I'm not alone.
As for us we long for the days of Robert Mitchum.
When guys came in all sizes and shapes.
And some could even get dates.
And while we're dishin'
As for us we long for the days when guys weren't so young.
Or tall or thin or perfectly done.
Now let's be frank.
So perfectly hung.
A perfect ten back in the days of real men.
Like Robert Mitchum.