My heart has been mixed like a fresh romaine salade
you toss in the drama right along with the mozzerella cheese
before I even knew my wants I was
running away from my needs.
I'm so for love I would do a walk for it like it was AIDS.
Or travel back in time and battle for it like I was in the crusade.
But lately I've been feeling like a marago round that never ever ends.
I'm the child begging to get off but workers can't detect the problem.
Eventually I have to get off. Just like eventually it will be a man or a women
that ultimately rescues me from the insanities of single life.
Eventually I'll do a little twirl for whomever it is.
Sometimes I wonder if my standards are way too high
but than I'm afraid that if I settle I'll miss the one
I've been waiting to finally be that ride or die for.
I like the apple and the banana.
My heart must be obese because I can't seem
find my imfamous fanta girl.