没有爱情的日子有了两三年，                                近一两年过着一个人的日子，                            深深浅浅的有过一两次恋爱，                              爱着没有结果的也不殷勤的男人，                           爱久了爱累了也没有一次约会。                             我就拼命的写啊写，写我的爱情，                                  到最后心掏空了爱用完了，                                我还在一个人安慰着爱情。                                                    想找个老外，                                                         能在热闹的地方说爱我，                                    喧嚣的街道，                                                         可以搂着我爱我的脸颊，                                              即便是小我的年龄，                                             也没有被面子拖住的尴尬。                                 但不要象保罗那么世故，                                     也不要象约根那么硬板，                                  简单爱笑庸俗也无妨。                                                  我能碰到，也许？                                                 也许他爱喝威士忌，                                             还爱抽雪茄饮啤酒，                                             没关系，脚踩在椅子上，                                     我助兴也来一只烟，                                             我买的我自己的烟，                                            抽一两口，                                                            很放荡的样子，                                                      迷醉的样子，                                                       肆意的媚态的笑声，                                              你一定会动心吧？                                                哦，想找个老外，                                                   在能承受的范围里做做那件事，                                    在闲致的咖啡厅里来一点洋妞式的浪漫，               再跟我的已经过了年的同胞爱情叫哥们。         骨子里，                                                                 其实是麦当娜式的女人，                                    也许吧，我。