Love You She Won’t Till Her Biggie Rides Your Quarterback

Viper Inc.
August 30, 2016

To all those willies pining hard for your babies’ love
Hands in the air spewing charms for the quick shove
Whooping all those seers shouting loud for the moksha
It ain’t maya in the plains when her blessings come like bheeksha
You said sorry in a jiffy with the swallow of the bitter pill
You felt jarry and so iffy when she introduced you to her last kill
Now you wearing out your heels getting her the pretty moon back
But love you she won’t till her biggie rides your quarterback

Basking in the ocean of the hues of her laughter
Singing you the blues so you know what’s a barter
Shed her a tear when she talks of her fright past
Or be prepared to go silly picking pennies as an outcast
Didn’t she go tell you that she likes so being pampered
That mean’t not to slight her when the logic gets all hampered
The logic might just work with her hands in your rucksack
But love you she won’t till her biggie rides your quarterback

So now is it time to go bossy with your windfall
With all the work that you put stealing pretty from a screwball
That she can’t seem to hide from the streams of her purity
Baffling you silly and two-timing with impunity
Didn’t she tell you that’s so easy for a flower so delicate
And her moods so wavy she got hinged on a predicate
Defined just on time for the barter that you did crack
But love you she won’t till her biggie rides your quarterback