What The

What The

What the…

You have the effect of, “Come talk to me!”
But then when I do, you’ll have to agree
The air is so dizzy I think I had wine
I think I’m special because you’re so kind

I told you some of my eerie love tales
How I gave and I gave to those awful males
You listened politely and read through my words
“What’s this got with me?” It finally occurs

I seek out the cure for attraction to men
But forgot how you were just another of them
Time to get up and not understand
Want to break free and stop holding hands

I have me a wife and a family too
What the hell, what the…is with it with you?
Oh Sir, Please, Oh Sir, Don’t tell me we’re through
Why can’t you help me and try on my shoe?

My dear girl, my dear friend, oh sister, please see
Involvement is danger, you must let me be
So then I felt sorry for opening up
He felt sorry too, but I told him, “Shut up!”

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About bognetta

Love has been so much more powerful than other people's control. I think it's all love, but sometimes it doesn't feel like love. That is because so many people are defensive, protective, and do not care to trust in that four letter word...love!
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