Best in show,
a pomeranian;
You know it.
Bet you thought that glossy fur would fade before the time to grow it.
I'm annoyed by your showy words and non sequitur phrases.
I've had it up to here with toy dogs and indistinguishable faces.
I've a proposition to make -
not one to be taken lightly -
What if we switched places tonight then held our lovers tightly?
Would we feel like strangers in their embrace,
or would we finally understand:
What it takes to calm me down,
and what it means to be your man?
Oct 10, 2014
Oct 10, 2014 at 10:53 PM UTC
Best in show,
a pomeranian;
You know it.
Bet you thought that glossy fur would fade before the time to grow it.
I'm annoyed by your showy words and non sequitur phrases.
I've had it up to here with toy dogs and indistinguishable faces.
I've a proposition to make -
not one to be taken lightly -
What if we switched places tonight then held our lovers tightly?
Would we feel like strangers in their embrace,
or would we finally understand:
What it takes to calm me down,
and what it means to be your man?
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