The Moderately Talented Yet Attractive Young Woman vs. the Exceptionally Talented Yet Not So Attractive Middle Aged Man Sun Kil Moon

Your simple songs, small creations
Always needing validation
Your pouty face, your great photos
Without them, baby, who would notice?

We met once, we were alone
Backstage in Dallas, got your phone number
What a good kisser
I left for Tempe and I missed her

But onstage you aren't strong
I don't recall any songs
But when you sang you hit the notes
I'll give you that, you didn't choke

And you looked so good
Like an actress from Hollywood
And your eyes, they would glisten
But no one listened

And one day you'll be forty
And trust me, babe, it ain't sporty
You'll be pleased to be reviewed
'Cause there's always something new

Someone young, press-friendly
You'll be searching in the alley
Travel hard, 'round the globe
But does anyone know?