One size never fits all
She hates when I suit her perfectly
And make her feel regular
If I don't make her feel special or unique she doesn't feel oblique
She hates when things are even
Even when she's a believer
She's acknowledges that I'm a great guy
She says that she know I have good intentions
And that I am careful
And cheerful
Which makes her fearful
And even more tearful
She is more comfortable if the fit is snug or skinny
Boot or loose
Just right do not compliment her curvaceous past experiences
She said that in past experiments
She was always wrong when she thought a guy was just right
So now she like them to come scuffed, cut-up, dingy and stained
The defects don't allow their incapabilities to turn into pain
They are now ruined from the time she run into them in the isle, so when they happen to be foul she just wince with a owww
"If I flood her with love she's bound to drown"
She once told me that I was "too good to be true"
She stated how she feels "that if I feel too good about something that's a bad sign"
And I just feel that I came into her life at a bad time
If she would have been tried me on she would still be comfortable
Me and her
...
Her favorite pair
Now she stay with bags in her hands as if she have eight legs
A pair for any day and any way that she feels
I left the rack, but she didn't remove my tag, then she kept the receipt to return me back
...
My kind is that neat pile
My kind is out of style
Jun 9, 2013
Jun 9, 2013 at 6:23 AM UTC
One size never fits all
She hates when I suit her perfectly
And make her feel regular
If I don't make her feel special or unique she doesn't feel oblique
She hates when things are even
Even when she's a believer
She's acknowledges that I'm a great guy
She says that she know I have good intentions
And that I am careful
And cheerful
Which makes her fearful
And even more tearful
She is more comfortable if the fit is snug or skinny
Boot or loose
Just right do not compliment her curvaceous past experiences
She said that in past experiments
She was always wrong when she thought a guy was just right
So now she like them to come scuffed, cut-up, dingy and stained
The defects don't allow their incapabilities to turn into pain
They are now ruined from the time she run into them in the isle, so when they happen to be foul she just wince with a owww
"If I flood her with love she's bound to drown"
She once told me that I was "too good to be true"
She stated how she feels "that if I feel too good about something that's a bad sign"
And I just feel that I came into her life at a bad time
If she would have been tried me on she would still be comfortable
Me and her
...
Her favorite pair
Now she stay with bags in her hands as if she have eight legs
A pair for any day and any way that she feels
I left the rack, but she didn't remove my tag, then she kept the receipt to return me back
...
My kind is that neat pile
My kind is out of style
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