Hot N Cold
One of those days when we could not agree
If I opened my mouth that glance came from she
I was going to retaliate but thought let her be
Perhaps just a mood or the old PMT
This is a good film
Well I think its ****!
One nil to her
She had the first hit
Then shall I put you some music on?
But when I turned round, I saw she had gone
Into the kitchen, banging some pan
Will you make me a coffee?
No! I am baking a flan
Do you need any help?
I will say if I do, you just sit there, just like you do
OK I thought, the mood that's she's in
Best to say nowt Scott, your not gonna win
Silence I Thought, just play it sweet
If I go in the kitchen I will feel the heat
Why do you leave your shirts on the floors-
Don't you know that our wardrobes have doors?
I did not need telling that this was round two
She was in full swing and I thought “screw you”
What is the matter, I asked nonchalantly
Up yours you fat bastard, she scolded at me
She always hurls that, even though I am thin
I new I was winning and hid from her my grin
I wasn't going to show her, I am not that dim
Shall we start again and forget about this
Shake hands and make up and then seal with a kiss
OK she said, I agree to that
But it makes no difference
Your still fooking fat
Copyright © John Scott | Year Posted 2012
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