Are you calling?
I apologize, I'm not used to all this attention.
Excuse me while I drown us both in silence.
You look beautiful tonight.
At least I think its night.
I've looked at your pictures so many times.
Your perfect lips.
Your tempting eyes.
You're a slut, aren't you?
I can see it.
I can see it in your fingernails.
Don't ask me how.
It's irrelevant at this point,
The way you paint gloss
And cheap baby blue polish,
It's just another aphrodisiac.
There are Christmas lights hanging behind you.
Odd, because I've seen it so many times.
I never understood it.
But you pull it off.
The way you lean forward into the picture...
You took this into a mirror?
My, isn't someone original.
I can see your chest.
You must be easy.
I'll make sure to mentally prepare
To let you know that I don't **** casually.
Not like it'd make any difference,
Your face is ecstasy.
And I just want to let you know
That this is going to be a **** weekend,
Made oh so much better
By the simple fact
That I'm always wrong.