There is Andrea. She is the cats meow.
An LA face and an oakland booty that goes pow-pow.
There is much more beneath that beautiful exterior
Deep running passions, making other girls inferior
Smiles that break into laughter and chuckles
Deep concerns and insight into life’s struggles
Where can a man find a good thing?
Patiently wait, a helpmaid God brings
Pre-eaten food is always smelled
Beer, onions and avacado are always repelled
Snow-day updates with helpful hints
Tips on when my death trap mouth needs a mint
Adorable snorer, pillow drooler and leg hair grower
Sock-wearer, cold hand haver and thing not-thrower
opposite of me but a perfect match
even if you hold my hand like a fish taking a nap
In the house of cats with balding crazy boss
Your throat didn’t close and you didn’t get cross
You moan and groan and engage with me
Your hand on my thigh makes me go cray-zee
Word-slinger, name maker and baby dreamer
fellow dish hater, coffee arm-dark with creamer
Where can a man find a woman of worth?
Under your nose, she’s tapping your leg you jerk