How do you do it with those eyes?
Catch all those men by surprise
With mysterious charm,
You grab them by the arm.
Then with your mystical air,
You float into the air.
I'm supposed to write a poem for you.
Tell you all things I see.
Well, I'm bitter!
So, this is a poem about me!
I'm from Idaho
I'm twenty
So, I'm younger than you
I still have my youth
While you're going to be
as old as a tree!
You're bitter
and I'm sweet.
Yes me...
I am a beauty!
