By erin
Date: 9 April 2001
High Score
I must think the Sun shines out of your ass
Judging by the way I worship you
behind your back
Respond to your Beck and Call
like a well trained dog
When you are happy I jump all over you and kiss your face
And when you're not
I play the role of the concerned
Completely selfless, no recognition
acts of love towards you
But I know your game by now
And I've made the high score list . . .
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