Crisses | All you hold dear is here...

Telré 4/2/96

All you hold dear is here...
There is no reason for your fear,
You felt we were lost,
And hated that cost,
But we're actually rather near.

My kisses comingled with joy,
An explanation of our secretive ploy,
It is a part of a ruse
To get you to choose,
We weren't meaning to be so damned coy!

I've been wanting to sit here and chat,
Have a one-on-one, to talk, and all that...
But you've been so so sad,
And made us quite mad,
To see a woman who acts like a brat.

And now we can't help but smile,
Though our humor could always be vile,
We are still hanging around,
So don't you get down,
We might not see you for a while.