I like your approach... lets see your departure.
Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet and so are you. But, the roses are wilting, the violets are dead, the sugar bowl’s empty and so is your head.
I love your smile, your face and your eyes-Damn, I’m good at telling lies!
Every time I see your face I wish I were in outer space.
I may be fat, but you are ugly and I can lose weight.
