* Your toes look weird, look at them all long and fingery.*
Sometimes I wonder how you can know exactly the perfect things to drive me crazy,
I guess its just part of our interactions.
If an outsider were to observe it they would think we were bitter enemies,
Sometimes I have to remind myself too.
*Look it’s the what what in the **** boy!*
I silently cringe, but know it’s just your hello.
I’m glad your home and I prepare my rebuttal.
Why are you always excited when talking about boys butts?
It was weak but better than nothing, now I bide my time for my turn to attack.
What time do you work at? you ask as you relax.
What’s the matter? Can’t you remember anything old man?
I know that your receding memory is a sensitive nerve,
And I thrive on hopping up and down on it.
Sometimes I wonder why we do this to each other.
230 I finally answer feeling bad for the low blow,
You smile, and I know my guilt was your intention all along.
It’s times like this I’m positive we were cut from the same cloth.
I love you, you know that? I throw out into the air,
Of course bro, I love you too, what’s on TV?
Sep 13, 2010
Sep 13, 2010 at 6:54 PM UTC
* Your toes look weird, look at them all long and fingery.*
Sometimes I wonder how you can know exactly the perfect things to drive me crazy,
I guess its just part of our interactions.
If an outsider were to observe it they would think we were bitter enemies,
Sometimes I have to remind myself too.
*Look it’s the what what in the **** boy!*
I silently cringe, but know it’s just your hello.
I’m glad your home and I prepare my rebuttal.
Why are you always excited when talking about boys butts?
It was weak but better than nothing, now I bide my time for my turn to attack.
What time do you work at? you ask as you relax.
What’s the matter? Can’t you remember anything old man?
I know that your receding memory is a sensitive nerve,
And I thrive on hopping up and down on it.
Sometimes I wonder why we do this to each other.
230 I finally answer feeling bad for the low blow,
You smile, and I know my guilt was your intention all along.
It’s times like this I’m positive we were cut from the same cloth.
I love you, you know that? I throw out into the air,
Of course bro, I love you too, what’s on TV?
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