I knew he couldn’t make you sweat,
Well don’t you think about me in bed,
Cause I’m over at your place,
And you’re not looking at my face,
There’s just me you hardly him,
And I’d like to take you for a spin,
So I take any turn close,
To taking off my clothes,
Hell, Flip a coin, oh guess I lose,
Now baby you can choose,
Cause I know that you just, you just, can’t not want me,

I think he’s getting mad,
And by now I’m finding closure,
I can tell he needs to leave,
And that you need another drink,
I’ll save my place and we’ll talk later,
I’ll invite you over for dinner,
For some whatever reason,
When he’s not between us,
You know just what I want,
And you want to give me.

This poem was written/submitted by Kyle F.