I adore him so much,
His presence like pleasant punch.
When he opens his mouth
I just wait for every word that comes out.
And I clearly see why he was chosen by my cupid.
The point is...he's so STUPID.
He can't take the hint,
I'm sure he wouldn't even if it was thrown into his face by wind.
He's so clueless, asking obvious questions,
Me and my friend thinking of versions
Of a lie we could tell him.
My head starts to steam
And I do my best to not explode,
To not throw at him all the load.
Stupidity his shadow,
But still Cupid did shot that stupid arrow.
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