Block them Airwaves

Oh how sweet, the beauty in your eyes,
Them devilish things in wich shit hides.
Its cool though, that you can speak for moments on end,
If only you can give me something, to block the air waves from coming in.

I love the way you can work with them shabby hands,
And the amazing way you jostle food, with that mouth of rubber bands.
Yes indeed, you make my heart love again,
Like bricks on my head, and puncturing holes in my skin.

Oh what ever will I do, with such a wonderful man,
Besides bulge out my eyes, and fall victim of your unskillfully hands.
Yes you got it, I am the best there,
Yet with your wit, and disgusting demeanor, you can clean your own stained underwear.