Your father written all over you And I don't even know you yet Let's participate in a high-speed chase to the swimming pool And pretend my chest stayed in my triangle bikini Washed yesterday! I’m wearing a bikini In front of a boy I've only touched the finger tips of
On accident I could pose and POSE and pose With every lick of a mollar Through all my years of fiction I've never gnawed on the open house As I tap dance across the breakfast table And eat ice cream from your hand Which is totally absurd and completely senseless
And somehow quite redundant
I've had a dream about this
I've had a
And you're in your boxers And I’m not spiteful I don’t look like you
I’d do again
Would you- ?
I’ll leave in 15