She adoringly gives a pleasurable moan;
she's a friend to end moaning to be left alone.
He can't get you steering here out of his brain;
the thought of you driving his car has him in pain.
Your words are the sweetest bard regard she's heard;
she prefers the not to obnoxious singing of a bird.
He will in obeyed prayed with no one else share;
well, as long as you are serving as his maid there.
She's happy as an elf itself since you she's found;
didn't go far never finding everseeking common ground.
His cheeky cheeks will never fly into a fitful rage;
he's done so ever since viewing chicks coming of age.
Her love puts her in a slightly passive trance;
she's thinking another sightly passionate askance.
He's deserting his fast ways formerly wild;
he seems grown up at last with mind of a child.
She tragically plays as maiden for sympathy;
she's the best made sweeping drama queen she can be.
He allows her unlimited head for hospitality;
he's secretly consumed by giving head to jealousy.
