I wear my heart on my sleeve.
like it's Louis Vuitton.
Apologize if you've misconceived,
things you think I have done.
Though I am as boring to track,
as watching the grass grow.
You still give me flack,
to find out where I go.
Somehow, you're aware,
of each thing that I do.
If I spend the day in my chair,
that's suspicious to you.
Are you bugging my phone,
or is it on my car?
When I think I'm alone,
BOOM - there you are!
Then you interrogate me,
like a cop on the beat.
When you're the one in 18,
that decided to cheat.
So, when you think you should know,
where I'm going, and with who.
Here are some things you can blow,
till parts, fall off, or turn blue.
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Comments (5)
This was fiyahhhhhhh! 🔥🔥🔥🔥
YES! Very well said! Silly Aussie Fact: If anyone over here asks where we're from the standard reply is Nunya - same as your title
Good one!❤️
Hear! Hear!
I like it, and that pic is perfect, so cute!! xx