Pink Book.

Cotton.
Gosh, darn. It's so rotten.
It clogs my throat.
Giving me ... a hard time to express my words...

I love the golden arches eh mate?
Let's drive through their wicked gate.
Crikey!
Can I get a dingo burger? And crocodile strips.
..."Uh sir, we don't have those."
BLOODY HECK!

Superstar.
Where you from how's it going...
I know you. Not a clue what you're doing.
Wait...You're baking. How are those buns in the oven?

Cause I'm sure he's burning up for you baby.
But wait...I hate that song.
It drives me crazy.
When you're all heartless..
Decked in lace and leather.

I call to you.
Cause you're "Really really cute!!"

You're hair...So amazing.
How do you get it like that?
And that way you bite your lip.
I purr like a cat...

Carnations...
What a douche bag.
"What?!"
"Oh not you boyfriend...!" Haha.

Man.
I've never seen someone dance like you.
Teach me.

I hear we work well together.
If I was a man. I'd date you first..:)

Walking down the street.
Look at that boy.
We should meet.

"What did you say? Oh, he is cute!"
Ugh...Should've gotten his number while you were at that...

Skills.
Yes mine are mad.
I have a set of pipes.
A kid thinks his are more rad.

Mission Impossible.
For you two,
oh it was...
Possible?

Going home.
Oh so...
Sad?

I was mad. Two pops?
Oh yes.
That teacher had hops. French ones...
"Zehro Calories." He would say.
In such a hilarious way.

Who are you?
Don't jump...