I pick a rosey
Blush your cheeks
You pucker your lips thick
Smudge my skin
Tug of wardrobe
I love your tours, so revealing

When you're in tide, swim to me
Think of you more so than any other thing
You live across the road from a man named Grim
Other girls smell funny, reside inside inside bins

You've an artistic body, far from shoddy
Insist my knees are weak and legs get wobbly
Rather oddly, I'm eating cod and chips more often
Since I caught the only fish worth catching
In the deep blue sea