Thursday, May 21, 2009

:)

I like you a lot. Frankly, I'm attracted to you.
I think you are hot, even in the snow.
Everyone's a square, but you've got rounded corners, baby.
I think you're aware, metaphors are weird.

You're the Ren to my Stimpy, the olive in my glass.
When you're gone, I'm like a car that's just run out of gas.
Even wearing your retainer, or when your hair's a mess,
even when your nose is running, I think you're the best.

You're the one I want to organize my shelves.
First we'll sort the books by author, then content as well.
Then we can make out, or maybe drink a beer.
I like you the best of all, my software engineer.

You're the Ren to my Stimpy, the olive in my glass.
When you're gone, I'm like a car that's just run out of gas.
Even wearing your retainer, or when your hair's a mess,
even when your nose is running, I think you're the best.




lucy - luff song

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