No way, I don’t believe it,
Is this just another dream
He’s looking at me with
Gorgeous green eyes as deep
As newly cut emeralds,
Wow he’s a angerous piece
Of male perfection
And is he asking me a question,
Oh yes, score, dang he’s hot,
I think I can die happy now
but I’d really rather not.
I should make him suffer,
I should savor this blissful moment,
After all, I have the power
I have the thing he seeks.
He stares at me with eyes hopeful
Like a puppy, okay, I just have to act cool
I open my mouth and give him my answer
“Sure you can borrow my pencil!”
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