One minute she’s hot
The next she’s freezing cold.
Her lips are full and juicy to me
Her kisses make me weak in the knee.
She says her legs look like a roadmap.
I think they look good to me.
Long and slender, I’m just a sap.
She says she can’t remember
Her brain cells are dying away
But in there I know there’s still an ember.
If anything I can say good about it,
I can tell her the same story over and over
And she’ll not remember it one whit
And enjoy it all over again.
Hey, I think she’s still sane.