Cupid just shot me -
and Man, did that sting!
You call those things shoulders?!
-I thought they were wings!
I've just lost my number -
I want yours instead.
You must be so tired
from that jog through my head!
I've thrown out my comb --
now we never will part;
I'm your neighborhood thief
here to steal your sweet heart!
What's your number?
your adress?
your name?
What's your sign?
Are we having our breakfast
at your place...or mine?
Oh, come on...
just give in and say 'yes', Buttercup,
and I'll leave you alone
and go shut the hell up.

07/14/2008

Posted on 07/15/2008
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