DEPP OBSESSED
lola
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(For the record, I'm actually not a fangirl of Johnny Depp. I admire his work, but you won't find me screaming if I see him. Enjoy anyway!)
I am at the movies, the 9th time this week,
And the movie guy asks movie lest,
What of You? It's POTC two, freak!
he shakes his head, mumbles, 'you're obsessed.'
I am Depp-obsessed, I hear the deep sighs,
My Pomeranian, I wish he would sign her,
I pay double seats, and cry out my eyes,
For, he looks so hot in eyeliner.
I send him my love, in e-mails from my chair,
I dream up of words he would say,
And If I got close, I'd pull out his brown hair,
And sell it to fans on E-bay.
On me, he's put a restraining order,
His 9 bodyguards, keep me back,
But nothing North, or south of the border,
Can keep me away from Cap' Jack.
When on vacation, far away in Cancun,
Looking at him, far from reach,
I would gaze from afar, and very soon,
Wish he was on a nude beach.
On that movie, Secret Window, Okay?
I would sneak in, and be a stunt double,
For nothing on earth would make a great day,
Then have him hit me with a shovel.
So, you can tell, I'm a little obthrown,
Don't be jealous, you'll never accept,
Get rid of the scorn, cry in your popcorn,
I am a lover, of THE Johnny Depp