Warped Mind

Wanna be mine?

Drop me a line
To ask me if I'm doing fine
And, I wouldn't reply back with a sign

Call me on the hot-line
And ask me out to dine
What I would do is decline

Meet me with a bottle of wine
And confess, "Hey, J please be mine"
I'd ask you to get me some champagne

Wait for me at some holy shrine
To say that you think I'm divine
I would probably call you a swine

Bore me with the history of an ancient time
The bishop's pine and his malign
And I'll make sure you flee to the desert mine

Dream about you and me in cloud number nine
Talking about common matrimony vine
Poor soul, a chill will run down your spine

So until next time
Don't bother to whine
'Cause this heart of mine
Has no blood, but red wine!

posted by J @ 11:18 am Comments: 0