I cherish my six-pack so
I’ve hidden it below a
suitable layer of fat. I
hope you love me
anyway.
I keep feeding it pizza and
beer just to make sure it
doesn’t reveal itself unnecessarily. I
hope you love me
anyway.
I said I’d lock you up – briefly
and retain the key. I
hope you love me
anyway.
Maybe we’ll never meet
again, who knows, perhaps. I
hope you love me
anyway.
The days are still getting
longer but soon the tide
will turn with the leafs
falling golden and
I don’t feel guilt but I
hope you love me
anyway.
