Her Cupid arrows has sunk, Into my xylophone spine, She has me singing notes, Every single time, Her ice cream clouds, Gets me high, And her marshmallow smile, We are two of a kind, She has me here, Singing blues, And there is no other place, I'd rather be, Than to be next to you, The kitchentop you sit on, The coffee you sip, The bug spray when you camp, The float when you swim, I wonder what your doing, As I write this mush, And when you read this looking back, I hope you are still my smush,