Mind you, I wrote this three years ago, OKAY

oh Chris, oh Chris
oh tell me please
life with you’d be such a bliss
our dog would have no fleas
we’d dance a dance like that from “Grease”
and then we’d interfere with ease,
sexually.

oh Chris, oh Chris.
give me a kiss
there won’t be anything amiss.
no, don’t, don’t tease
for every one, I’ll give you mease
want only you to cease
my longing for birds and bees.

oh Chris, don’t hiss
just kiss, I miss
your marvellous “this”