You're so ordinary
So ordinary
You're hair is brown
And when you talk your speaking voice
Makes a normal sound
Your eyes are grey
Or maybe blue
They are a most nondescript hue
And the time that I spend thinking of you
Is a conventional amount
You're so regular
Quite regular
Your executive function is fine
And if you were late I'd presuppose
That your bus wasn't on time
Your choice of dress is commonplace
You have a most typical face
Your conversation keeps me engaged
Unless I'm distracted.
There's no one exactly like you
But there are lots of people who are a bit like you
You're one in a hundred
When I have glanced in your direction
In the hope of some moderate attention
I have often wondered
If you'd be ordinarily
Arbitrarily
Inconsequentially
Maybe traditionally
Customarily
Run of the mill-y
Mine
If not that's fine