Sorry, Honey. But I told you I was gonna write about it.
You ask me if I'm ready
To come and sleep in your bed
I love your smile, the way you wink at me
I wanna kiss your pretty little head
But when I try to lay down with you
I feel pain when I'm in your bed
You say you only shave every week or two
And I'm tired of your hacksaw legs
I love the way you look at me
With that twinkle in your eye
You hold my hand and whisper sweetly
I love that you will always be mine
You ask me if I'll come with you
You wanna go into our bedroom
But there's one thing I want you to do
Something you can't do too soon
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