April 24, 2008
Guys are mine
Guys are my type
At all times.
I perk up and get fine.
For them at night.
Even though I might.
Not put up a fight.
I might as well fly my Kite.
Way up in the sky.
I think I can fly.
When it all comes to love.
They come to bug.
And I just want to give them a hug.
I think I can chug.
WATER in my cup.
Man hold up.
Let me see what’s up.
And that’s all that’s up.
I’m all done.

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