Nothing, heats up my jacuzzi like when this used thong
I found, bedazzled with gems, brushes ever so gently against some boobs!
I guess it's hard to believe that one man,
Could have a pony-tail that's sensitive and,
Distract an agressive hawk that's cornered you.

I know my haikus are freakin intense,
But even the words I made up to sound French,
Don't express my feelings for your toilet parts.
I would show up for our pottery class,
Dressed like a pirate with John Waters moustache,
On a unicorn that s***s your name in stars.

Fuck in school, but gym is a romantic time
Loitering on cliffs, thinkin about stuff like,
Screwing you on the beach at night! (x2)

One milkshake! Two straws!

Fuck in school, but gym is a romantic time
Loitering on cliffs, thinkin about stuff like,
Screwing you on the beach at night! (x2)

Don't I, sound so, s***, echo, (x2)

Release the doves (x5)