There's this girl who in my life who I think
I sometimes hate,
She knows a thing or two about destiny and I
think she believes in fate.
She's more of an early bird, but the kind
who sleeps late at night,
She has weird tactics, and when it comes to
butts, it's always tight.
She's strange in ways that can't be talked
about,
She's one of the people, once befriended,
you won't be able to live without.
Good judge of character, and knows a bitch
when she sees one,
If you hurt her friends, consider your
friendship with her to be done.
She's the kind of crazy that wears a watch,
Sucker for desserts; although I think she hates butterscotch.
Chick-flicks are her thing and sometimes I
doubt why she's my partner in crime, While she keeps yelling in her voice
that makes me cringe, I just wonder why she's mine.
When I needed someone to wash my face when I
was drunk, Or when I needed someone on Mondays with me to bunk.
She's not one of those, who you let go.
If she goes somewhere, I promise that I'll
follow.
The only legal heir, When you need her,
she's there.
The virgin mother with three kids, Remember
if she allows, she also forbids.
Happy birthday asshole. No one matches or
understands self-obsession like you do.
-L
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I think the picture says it all. ;) |
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