Dear Sam,
I'm just gonna be honest,
You're like a slap of sexy to the face,
And there is not one part of your body,
That I don't wanna trace.
Please don't get me started,
But you are probably aware,
That the most we girls ever think about,
Is the long flowing hair,
Especially in that one scene,
You know the one where you're possessed,
And your hair swings in front of your eyes,
I bout died from cardiac arrest,
Sammy do you know that you're like mobile sex,
But you rarely show us any skin,
Sometimes I wish I could be Olay,
Cause I would love the skin you're in,
How do you live with yourself?
Being that damn fine,
I mean surely you must have one bad day,
You can't just be sexy all the time,
Shiiiit, who am I kidding,
I love you that way,
Which is why I watch the show,
Faithfully every Friday.
*not my best, but hey I try.*