Mixed Feelings
And again, you pester me in my sturdy keep
(Of course, I don't mind the look and the peep)
When will your learn, I do wonder each day
(Again, I don't mind the games that we play)
You're disgraceful, and at times too annoying
(I wonder, how your body will bend in our toying)
Shooing you way, and you come back yet again
(Perhaps to keep you around, I will use a chain)
Around you, things are more complicated than fun
(Probably because when the sun comes, you run)
You told me I'm boring, well yeah, you're a mess
(I'm not all that boring, when our frames do press)
All what you do, it's just like a nonsensical jest
(But I don't mind your hands, venturing on my chest)
And your music is like you, I don't get your swing
(I do like however, when your hands make me sing)
With attempts to get rid off you, you stick like a glue
(And how much I want you, you have no clue)
So what do you have to say, just about yourself
(But afterward do examine, and bend by this shelf)
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Oh that's what you have, petty talk at your hand
(Talking is fine, yet other game I deeply demand)
I find you somewhat repulsive, disgusting at best
(Don't find this harsh, on your neck I'd like to feast)
Stock up and proud, don't even know of what
(But if you'll come closer, I can whisper you that)
Your colors too bright, they don't match my style
(Undressing you fully, that may take a while)
Such a noble it seems, yet still lacking trust
(The hands on your hips, make me want to thrust)
You want me to be like you, I think I'd rather pass
(I would rather just have you, by the wall, by the glass)
I'm not all that surprised, you don't like my voice
(When we scream together, you don't have much choice)
You do like to rule, even where you cannot reach
(But there are occasions, when you're not a fan of preach)
But this talk do bore me, and it's surly not all neat
(Come lay your head here, and hear my heart beat)
So maybe it is you, that should say the word sorry
(And afterward I will bend, of that, don't you worry)