All the girl's I've ever said no to.

There was that girl with the hairy upper lip,
The one with odd shaped hips,
The girl with the third nipple.
And not to forget the one who was a bit too round around the middle.
The one with the protruding lower jaw,
The girl who when she slept she snored.
The one who wanted to meet my Mother.
The girl who’d slept with my little brother.
The one whose left leg was longer than the right,
The girl who saw only in black and white
The one who communicated entirely through song,
The girl who brought her little sister along,
The girl whose hair was falling out,
The one whose nose looked like a snout.
The one who only would turn left
The girl with the palette cleft
The one with the belly button ring
The girl who thought she could, but couldn’t sing
The one with the tattoo of a Cuban rebel
The girl who’s best friend was a pebble
The one who tied me up and bit my back
The girl who paid her way through school by selling crack

And then there was this second girl...