You Catch More Bees With Honey, Sugar
Sticky Sweet
Here's a crayon, I'll draw you a picture
Where in the hell did you learn to drive?
With a mouth like yours, it could use a sphincter
And the sound of your voice gives me hives
I'd rather french kiss a pissed off rattlesnake
Or be set on fire with used cigarettes
Cause, no matter how hard I try and fake it
I can't help thinking that, you're a mess
You're rude and you're dumb, a real pain in the ass
Yet, somehow I can't tell you the truth
Cause my mama taught me to let the ugly pass
So instead, I smile, holding the door for you
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Comments (5)
Absolutely one of your best in my opinion, Kelli. I loved it.
I can relate, Kelli. They come inside our houses, but they hate leaving! This reflects it perfectly.
Fabulous! 💪🏾 Speak on it Kelli! 🌸
Why, I didn't even know we'd met. So that was you at the door, huh?
<3 Now tell them to get the move one, and get the heck out. <3 Love this, Kelli