He likes you when you're mad,
He likes you when you're sad,
He likes every moment together you've had,
He likes you enough to talk to your dad!
He likes you when he doesn't know,
To the ends of the earth he'll even go,
Til on his brow cold ice doth show,
Your path he'll make through 6 feet snow.
And as his body doth fully freeze,
Stands all his soul against strongest breeze,
On statued lips his heart doth seize,
Are words to you, three words are these!
Oct 7, 2011
Oct 7, 2011 at 10:29 PM UTC
He likes you when you're mad,
He likes you when you're sad,
He likes every moment together you've had,
He likes you enough to talk to your dad!
He likes you when he doesn't know,
To the ends of the earth he'll even go,
Til on his brow cold ice doth show,
Your path he'll make through 6 feet snow.
And as his body doth fully freeze,
Stands all his soul against strongest breeze,
On statued lips his heart doth seize,
Are words to you, three words are these!
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