Feel Good is a Two Way Street

You’re like a bug on the windshield humping the wipers.

I would share my life and my dirty diapers.

If you were paraplegic I’d lapdance your wheelchair.

Accidents will happen, but I’ll always be there.

My love transcends death and sometimes dirty dishes.

If you’ll be my genie sometimes I’ll grant your wishes.

Let me draw a bubblebath, scrub your back and bit your neck.

Let me show you magic tricks. Go ahead and cut my deck.

Let me set up a picnic right next to a tombstone.

As you dine on Twinkies I’ll gnaw on your collarbone.