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Mmm watcha say ?

So let me in
give me another chance
To really be your girl.
Cause when the roof caved in
and the truth came out
I just didn't know what to do
But when I become a star
we'll be living so large
I'll do anything for you
So tell me boy
mmmm watcha say ?

why i love you..
Thursday, December 10, 2009

They say the human body
Has over 50 billion white blood cells…
And I need every single one
Because you
Make me…

You are the fish that I would
Throw back
But for some reason
As opposites,
We attract!

We show our admiration in love taps,
"I Hate You!" matches,
And sarcastic wise cracks.
All the qualities of my soulmate…
You lack.

I wrote you a poem once.
I mounted and framed it.
It was perfect,
And you gave me a pat on the back
And said,
"Hey, good stuff…"
That was it.

Your attempts at being romantic
Are simply pathetic.
The last massage you gave me
Required a paramedic.
The first time you cooked me dinner
I had to pump my stomach.
And you just like picking fights.
If I say go left,
You go right.
If I say it's day,
You swear it's night.
You still think our anniversary
Is the 10th of May;
It's the 18th…


The Golden Arches
Is the closest thing to jewelry
I've ever seen from you.
For my last birthday,
You gave me a rock
Didn't even see ONE candle.
You wear socks with your sandals!
And not the short ones,
The ones that pass your ankles.

My idea of a tranquil evening,
Involves a good book
And peppermint tea.
Yours only requires a PSP.
You're a die hard Nas fan;
I like Jay-Z.
Like most Black folk and lactose products
We just always seem to disagree.
You think Megan Fox
Is the epitome of beauty.
I think she's overrated and she is ever so crusty
You like chicks that are busty,
And I'm a proud member
Of the Itty-Bitty Titty Committee.

Now, I'm a country kind of gal;
You like the city life.
I'm a revolutionary woman;
You think we should all be barefoot housewives.

I remember the last time I cried…
You gently
Wiped my eyes,
And whispered in my ears,
"Baby…Suck it up."

And I know it's bugged,
But I still love you,
Like Whitney loves crack.
Cause for some reason as opposites,
We attract.

And truth be told,
That romantic crap usually doesn't last.
Flowers die,
And many diamonds given
May as well be cut glass,

But what matters most is that
You complement me
Like air through my lungs.
And there are over a trillion nerves
In the central nervous system…
You get on every single one.
You know you do…

But for some reason,
That's why I love you.