You’re a picture of that very man; I dare not wish to fall for
Controlling, confrontational, and louder than my mother
Your nasty look, aggressive hook, offensive jokes, they matter
And honey let me tell you straight your character does bother
You said it’s just a front, okay, I believe you man, but hey,
I caught you just the other day, still flirting all the way…
You feel as if, you’re just as hip, to score from all those chicks
But hearing all your pick-up lines, it made me sick for weeks
You stare like you can eat me whole, like peanut butter in a roll
And when you’re near, I sense some fear, all weirdness then unfold
Your eyes don’t lie, I realize, your confidence can falter…
When situation calls for it, you’re suddenly a goner
I hate how charming you can get, it worked for me, you bet
But more than that, hey, you know what? The ‘gentleman’ I met…
Quite surprised of that softy side, it left me thinking too
The why’s, and what’s, and where to start… or how to deal with you?
We had such fun, I miss that one. You think it’s worth the trouble?
My dear, I’m more than what you think, I wouldn’t let you gamble!
For if I do, I swear, I too, will sure freak-out my father.
We wouldn’t want that, now, do we? Let’s not get any further.
I hope it’s clear, what I meant here… Not that my idea’s better.
Everything else was such a bore, unless you’re any closer.
Be and let be… it’s my last plea… just don’t get weird on me.
My man on the moon, one look at me FOREVER you shall see.
[Man on the moon* is the author’s idiomatic expression for a person beyond her reach, PERIOD!]
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