vroom vroom.
Remember early in the birth of this blog (cehh), I've written something about wanting to compose a poem with 'dirty' connotations? Well I tried, and every adjective I've thought of using makes me istighfar every time. I just can't do it people! So I'm just going to give you guys a little teaser. A very sucky, run-of-the-mill kinda teaser so it isn't anything big. That's all you're gonna get from me. hahahaha.
I see you from afar, you struck me like lightning.
I can't help myself but to be mesmerized by this beautiful thing.
Who made you? Who thought of you?
I hope nobody's touched you yet, cause I'd like to be the first to lay my hands on you.
Yes I'm crazy, I'm out of my mind
Imagining things I shouldn't have
All day and all night
What am I to do?
I'm up in cloud nine.
The way you rev up, the way you move,
Moves me too, in ways I never thought I could.
Still remember the day we first met,
Oh I felt the tingle, the shizzle, the electric shivers across my skin.
You didn't have to do anything,
You are already amazing.
Even bathing under the sun and rain,
It doesn't take a genius;
To measure your hotness.
Even burned under the hot, scorching sun,
Or furiously wet in the rain and bubbles of CarKit soap,
You'll always jazz up any guy or girl who owns you.
My Jazzy, I love you.
hehehehe. yes, it's about my car.
I see you from afar, you struck me like lightning.
I can't help myself but to be mesmerized by this beautiful thing.
Who made you? Who thought of you?
I hope nobody's touched you yet, cause I'd like to be the first to lay my hands on you.
Yes I'm crazy, I'm out of my mind
Imagining things I shouldn't have
All day and all night
What am I to do?
I'm up in cloud nine.
The way you rev up, the way you move,
Moves me too, in ways I never thought I could.
Still remember the day we first met,
Oh I felt the tingle, the shizzle, the electric shivers across my skin.
You didn't have to do anything,
You are already amazing.
Even bathing under the sun and rain,
It doesn't take a genius;
To measure your hotness.
Even burned under the hot, scorching sun,
Or furiously wet in the rain and bubbles of CarKit soap,
You'll always jazz up any guy or girl who owns you.
My Jazzy, I love you.
hehehehe. yes, it's about my car.
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3 tissues:
Cute!
hahaha.....!
u naughty naughty nashrah!
hahahahahaha
it worked though!
berPELUH aku baca!
Hahahahahahahahah!
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