He loved her soft dark hair
The darkness of her lab
And music like a gothic lair.
He could never say he loved her
But could never let her go.
When they used to date
They could never take it slow.
Here's to hoping he tell her
How much he cares
Cause every time he looks at her
He always tends to stare.
He would buy her Caf-POWs for the rest of her life
And always help her with her hair dye
And kiss her and make her his wife.
But somehow he never had told her
Then he had never stopped loving her
And he will never again leave her.
But if he did Abby Scuito would tell him
That she never stopped loving him either.
