God! O God!
Why I fell in love
with this flirtatious guy
you sent from above.
His looks, his voice
his naughty smile
attracts me, lures me
in the sweetest of style.
I dote on him
but he’s surely a dolt
who understands no expression
and gives words more jolt.
He’s the prime focus
he’s the best of all.
So, if I love him
why call it my fault?