Why Won’t He Wife Me?

Everybody tells me that he’s poison

And is blood is made of boiling gasoline.

He’s never loved anybody more than himself

And he’s a barrel-chested killing machine.

He eats a baby bunny for his breakfast.

He’s got Bambi’s mommy mounted on the wall.

He’s a runner and a gunner and a scoundrel

And like OMG, I hope he’s six feet tall!