"Oh, so you're a writer? How interesting." The boy says,Licks his lips, tries to imagineWhat his name might look like in my bedroom;What his love might look like in my handwriting.I don't tell him I write poetry.I want to tell him that I write murder mysteries;That I will write him dripping against the 52ndFloor window,A closed-door murder and all the newspapers knowHis name-And this is because It isn't what he wants.He tells me I'd look good on the back of his motorcycle,But better under his hips;Wrapped up so tightly in his sheetsThat I'd never leave,And oh, he can't wait until I read him my workIn the morning,How it will go great with the excuse he'll leaveFor never calling backWhen I don't write the correct words.
Do you know what I did last night? I looked up at the stars, and matched each one with a reason why I love you.Excuse me, I think you have something in your eye. Oh wait, it's just a sparkle.If I were to ask you out on a date, would your answer be the same as the answer to this question?If this bar is a meat market, you must be the prime rib.Are you lost ma'am? Because heaven is a long way from here.I'm fighting the urge to make you the happiest woman on earth tonight.Are you a campfire? Cause you are hot and I want s'more.You're kinda, sorta, basically, pretty much always on my mind.Put down that cupake... you're sweet enough already.You wanna know what's beautiful? Read the first word again.My love for you is like diarrhea, I just can't hold it in.Hello, I'm a thief, and I'm here to steal your heart.Hey baby you're so fine you make me stutter, wha-wha-what's your name?I bet you $20 you're gonna turn me down.I'm not actually this tall. I'm sitting on my wallet.When I first saw you I looked for a signature, because every masterpiece has one.I like Legos, you like Legos, why don't we build a relationship?Baby I might not be Sriracha sauce but, I sure will spice up your life.Are you Jewish? Cause you ISRAELI HOT.You may be asked to leave soon, you're making all the other women look bad.Do you have the time? [Tells you the time] No, the time to write down my number?Would you grab my arm so I can tell my friends I've been touched by an angel?Hey... Didn't I see your name in the dictionary under "Shazaam!"?