THE MAN OF MY DREAMS

by scaredandalone   Oct 17, 2005


Blonde hair, blue eyes,
time just passes bye,
His smile is smile so pure,
he makes my pain turn into a cure,
I fall with his every touch,
only if I could eat my lunch,
His arms are so big,
but after football he smells like ea pig,
I wonder if his arms could fit around me,
His favorite word is WEE-WEE
I like you he would say
his favorite candy is pez
This man is the man of my dreams

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