Friday, February 24, 2012

Rice Husband

The rice I can't eat
I can't marry a man whose face is beat
He's so fair, he'd never cheat
The bills are seperate when we go to eat
Is this relationship real?
No promotion?
What is the deal?
I hate paying for ice cream
I tell mom with a frown
You put something else on top, everything falls down!

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