MY little BROWN BOOK

Bonita Rita

Like if I wanted to talk about my depth of emotions for you, I wouldn't say

"Yo baby, yo baby, yo... my luv for you is Deep!"

No, I'd have to drive you to the top of the canyon and leave you there,

drive to the bottom of the canyon, and then climb up to you.

Then you'd be like "Why'd you do that for?"

And I'd be like

"Because Bonita Rita my love for you was at the bottom

and I had to go and get it for you."

Then you'd stutter out something sappy and I'd be like

"shut up and kiss me already" and you would but not for a long time

because I'd still be sweaty from the climb.

I guess if I wanted a longer kiss, I could just say my love for you is deep

and get that long insatiable kiss

but how would you know if...I really love you?

Like if I wanted to Express to you that I'd always be there for you...

no I wouldn't tell you that. I'm not an idiot.

I'd strike a deal with the Sun and ask it if I could swap my shadow with yours.

So wherever you went I'd be right there and

you'd be freaked out at first because

your sexy shadow would look like a lazy mountain with a mo-hawk and a beard.

Then you'd see me in your shadow and feel so safe.

You'd call me up babbling something sappy and I'd be like

"Yeah Bonita Rita, I'll always be there for you" and you'd cry.

Then I would be like

"I gotta go because all these dudes are whistling and barking"

because I'd have your sexy shadow wherever I'd go.

You should see their faces when I turn the corner and

they see I don't match your shadow.

Sometimes they keep whistling.

I should probably trade places with my shadow so

I can really always be with you but that could get claustrophobic real quick.

And how would you know if...I really love you.

I was always taught to show, not tell.

So you're never gonna hear me say "No problem"

I'm just gonna show you a math book with nothing but answers in it.

You're never going to hear me say "I'll always be true"

I'm just gonna destroy my bed and sleep standing up until I die

You're friends might ask You why

Bonita Rita you tell'em "He never lies"

And if for any reason, for clever or by chance,

you ask if I'll marry you.

Then for your birthday I'd get you a Jesus's Mom tattoo

You're never gonna hear me say-

"Bonita Rita you've been getting kind of perfect in my mind

You're always laser focused, Rochester sniper always on the grind

You be shooting them guys away with serious face twist

But when I come around you smile like your cheeks are Racist

They get so far apart.........

It makes me feel like a soldier with a secret not suitable for the States

But those who have been where I've been would know how it relates

Oh Bonita Rita I've been saving scenarios for you

I've been trying to keep a straight face but my cheeks go askew

They get so far apart...........

Bonita Rita my imagination exist only because you are Legend

A quiet soul ripe with inhibition, your dimples only complete the edging

Falling silent is not reserved just for young adults, you stump me all the time

And I want to show and not tell, why cheeks on the same face, date online

They get so far apart............"

Nope, I'm not an idiot.

You won't catch me saying those things.

I won't say "please Bonita Rita, give me a shot"

Instead I'll show up to your bar with a tiny glass and a loaded gun

lay them both in front of you and close my eyes,

open my mouth

and spread my arms, exposing my heart

They get so far apart.............