Shut up Sweetheart!

I know you’re sexy & I love it slow on curves,

But you’re really getting on my nerves!

You’re really not meant to be Napoléon Bonaparte

So please! Shut up sweetheart!

I know you’re pretty cool & I enjoy the cold spice,

But you’re truly pretending to be nice!

You’re not exactly that seriously smart.

So please! Shut up sweetheart!

I know your voice is sweet & I savor your lovely talks,

But your siren can’t clear my mind’s roadblocks!

You’re actually not the perfect piece of musical art

So please! Shut up sweetheart!

I know you love me & I love you a lot,

But stove alone can’t heat up, if both are hot!

You’re a terrible cook & a perforated shopping cart,

So please! Shut up sweetheart!

Comments

Anonymous said…

Girls r born for irritating :) so its thier birth right :P

June 28, 2011 at 9:06 PM

northenlights said…

Something like this was badly needed after all the saccharinated stuff! Zor ka Zatka...Zorr se laga!

June 28, 2011 at 11:20 PM

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