Don'T Blame Me

I have to write a poem on this I can’t get over your sexy face Your eyes are like they stare at me Ok what are you looking at? Your mouth seems to be saying something I am not hearing you As I am occupying with wicked theorization Humm what is this guy thinking? Is he always like he wants something? What were you saying? Shoot I can’t concentrate Why does your mouth have to be so sexy so? I don’t even know what I am saying This is getting bad Somebody rescues me Before I do something I am not going to be Responsible for It’s not my fault Really I swear