You push me away, scold at my acts. Tell me I'm a ****. Idiot, stupid,
I might as just well grin at you. Beam my mischievous face at you.
But you still call me idiot.

Heh, sorry, I know you hate me. Really mad at me.
But, eh! No worries. I won't do any harm.

I lean to your face. You scowl, "Stay away. Don't even imagine, boy."
Ha! I won't kiss you once or such? I'll kiss you twice and thrice, don't care if that's not a word!

I'll follow you around(like a stalker, you tell me), smile, hoot, and do what ever I want. And still you must be really annoyed. Ha, girl.

But I'd kiss you and hug you and pat you a 'good job.' Even if you say "don't" "no" "no touchy" and give me that ugly look of yours, I won't stop bothering you. Even if you're sick and tired. Why?

Because I'm gonna be a bad boy today. But not just a 'bad boy,' a 'good bad boy' because I'm gonna fish for you're love tonight.

Heh. I love you.

And really, I'd do anything to taste that love you give back at me.