BUT I DON’T LIKE HIS EYES, AND I DISTRESS THEIR NAME, AND I HATE THEIR HAIR-CUT THEY LOOK LIKE A PRICK (A PRICK!) BUT IT’S ALL THE SAME, IT’D BE DAFT OF ME TO CRY, YOUR TONGUE IS RAZER SHARP I MISS WHEN IT WOULD FLY BY LEFT YOUR HEART ON STANDBY BY THE WAY HE HOLDS YOU BET HE SERENADES YOU, I CAN’T REALLY BLAME YOU…; IT’S 3:45 (AM!), AND I JUST BITE MY TONGUE, UPDATE ME ON YOUR LIFE, BUT NOW YOU’VE FOUND THE ONE