Mine, mine, mine

Compliments, compliments,
You're in my bottom drawer
With the socks and the sweets
And the pots of gold.

He's mine, mine, mine
And minty fresh, it's a honeymoon
Because it's sticky &
I'm stuck to him like glue.

Sweet words, Swept skies, Red lips, Black eyes.

I'm cooking by the book
The way I did it last time
And stamping on the spiders
As they scuttle through my veins.

He's mine, mine, mine
And soft as silk, against my skin indeed
Because he's tickly &
I'm too warm on his neck.

He's the apple of my eye because we both dig apple pie.

Grass stains & Red Wine
Without a drop to go to waste
And a grin so full of teeth
I forgot to even speak.

He's mine, mine, mine
A hundred million times
I'll have him in my arms and
In my legs and down my spine~

Peeling skin and ripping cotton, Feel me up from top to bottom.

Mine

Mine


Mine.