you look exactly like
cruel intentions
that’s not my intention
to be the man
that i mention
when we walk up
the walk ups,
in new york.
you look like
i’ve had too much to drink
and i would bring you over here
to ask you if you think
about things that differ from
the prize, i hold your body
i want to do something naughty
i need you on my lap
to sit you on the brink
and ask you if you drink
will you take a shot?
if i ask you to
do you love me?
i love you, too.
you look exactly like reese withersoon
is what she said
don’t i?
i’m calling you now
she said
to make you just admit it
i look like her
you look like selma blair
i look like reese witherspoon!
you look like selma blair
is it my hair?
is it my eyes?
to my surprise
you think my eyes are brown
and now you compromise
your own crown,
you’re wrong.
no, you look like reese
or cyd charisse
you are my brigadoon
like baby let me come down
on your cloud
and lay my head
on your loud
boisterous
pretty angry
brain
you aren’t insane
i just love you.
i love you too.
