Love is in the air, love and war never fair,
I had to pay real money for a flower stalk.
No I implore thee, come out and see me,
Or maybe we can go on a walk.
Then I can grope, always my hope,
I have wet dreams just thinking about it.
My fantasy is made by god, always tad odd,
Because really he's just imaginary shit.
Singing religious hymns, my fly open at reams,
I'm ready to plop it out for you.
My dick is small, but my dreams tall,
My love is forever all true.
