– Oh the self-aware girl who desperately wants him. Would she really stoop down to such drastic levels?-
Can I cajole you with some candy?
You can trust me.
I don’t have to be a stranger.
Come here.
I am not a danger.
It’s no crime to get to know you better.
How can I rock your world
and be your number one girl?
Can I sway you like an old love song?
Do I have to buy you a front row ticket
and score a backstage pass?
How much do I have to pay for you?
If I bent it like Beckham,
would you think of me awesome?
Must I bend over backwards
and hold my ankles for 7 days
as my nose bleeds on the carpet?
Do I have to lean towards
your side of the political spectrum?
How can I convince you about me?
I need some hints-
Won’t you give me at least a clue?
I have landed on you
on the Wheel of Torture.
Let me buy a vowel.
Do I have to wheedle you like a weasel?
Be your bitch?
Pull a switch?
Must I lie, cheat and steal?
To which lengths do I have to go?
To go so low as to be beneath dirt?
Maybe I can hold my breath under water
for a few hours to win you over.
You already leave me breathless….
I guess that I have to suck the Atlantic dry
Because I absolutely, positively cannot
walk on water, nor bring it to you from the moon.
I shouldn’t have to make you love me.
But here I am making a mockery of myself-
How much do I have to pay for you?
