Who do you think you are
sauntering up here to me
wearing that look of superiority
and that cocky grin?
Why do you think that I
would go out with you
just because all the other girls
are crazy falling all over themselves?
What time are you planning to
come by to pick me up so that
you can meet my Dad and go
through the Inquisition?
MJC
Copyright February 2007

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