If andrew were God than this would be a prayer
As promised...
Oh skanky missy, andrews mom
I wanna read the life lines on your palm
To see where you're at 10 years from now
And if you're drowning in your fears
I like it how you can stay calm
Beautiful missy, my favorite one
Think its funny... andrew's your son
I like the look you have in your eyes
But i hate the luck you have with guys
This song aint even close to done
Darling missy, SoCo slut
Yea i got a feeling in my gut
That you're gonna make it big someday
Maybe in a music kind of way
I like just looking at your butt
Dear Holy missy, symbol of sex
I hope that you will pick me next
To be the haunter of your dreams
It's more common than it seems
I like the way that you can flex
Hometown missy, Holland chick
You went away, it made me sick
There are bad guys in our sights
And you could help us in the fights
There are plenty asses left to kick
Silly missy, What i hate the most
That you live across the coast
I take for granted all the time
I get to spend with you at night
i hate it how you never boast
Crazy missy, queen of sound
I hate your friends, always around
I wish i could get sometime alone
To spend and laugh but not to bone
I hate where you are homeward bound
Oh goodness missy, can't go wrong
I'm sorry its taken me this long
To say that you're the very best
And with you its more that just your chest
I hated writing you this song.
Oh skanky missy, andrews mom
I wanna read the life lines on your palm
To see where you're at 10 years from now
And if you're drowning in your fears
I like it how you can stay calm
Beautiful missy, my favorite one
Think its funny... andrew's your son
I like the look you have in your eyes
But i hate the luck you have with guys
This song aint even close to done
Darling missy, SoCo slut
Yea i got a feeling in my gut
That you're gonna make it big someday
Maybe in a music kind of way
I like just looking at your butt
Dear Holy missy, symbol of sex
I hope that you will pick me next
To be the haunter of your dreams
It's more common than it seems
I like the way that you can flex
Hometown missy, Holland chick
You went away, it made me sick
There are bad guys in our sights
And you could help us in the fights
There are plenty asses left to kick
Silly missy, What i hate the most
That you live across the coast
I take for granted all the time
I get to spend with you at night
i hate it how you never boast
Crazy missy, queen of sound
I hate your friends, always around
I wish i could get sometime alone
To spend and laugh but not to bone
I hate where you are homeward bound
Oh goodness missy, can't go wrong
I'm sorry its taken me this long
To say that you're the very best
And with you its more that just your chest
I hated writing you this song.