the perfect carriar

he remind me of that saturday night fever
and boy you better know you always deliver
when you put the alarm it might as well be of chanel
it might as we wore hitch because from that i became your bitch
he put me down like a bookmark, bend me over the page 
and nail him down with a heart
press his skirts like he adress my heart 
he smell just like that dior , jadore 

just like that dior
he got the midas touch and i love the way you catch
me when i fell , you made me feel like that Belle
when you twirl around with the wheelchair in the retirmenent house
and i remember how awkward i felt when i needed help with my blouse
( i really wished i shaved my arm pits that time ) but whatever ...'
you the only carriar i had who not judge my condition
and i grateful for it , hope you know it
in my eyes . you perfect