Thick Headed Baby / 5 Minutes in Church

Short hair, shoulders wide,

kinda short,

narrow-eyed.

More stubborn than anybody else in my whole damn life!

Stop talking to me like, that.

Walking up to me,

When my mother's right by my side,

She doesn't need a second look.

Yeah.

If she could pick you out of a line-up of more than 6 girls we got a problem.

If I get outted by some g-d-m "hey why does that boyish looking girl keep talking to you, what kind of friends do you have?"

by some g-d-m "I'm so gay!" because you couldn't hold off talking about your celebrity crush for a hour at church-

uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh-uh!-

What'd you mean, uh-uh?

 

First of all, that's blasphemy, don't you mean gosh-darn it

 

I sure don't

 

Second of all, second of all,

I'm stubborn and you're thick headed, because

You talk to me like this and I'm sitting by your side, because

I love you

and you risked your mother's wrath 

to almost sit in my lap for five minutes, because-

It's only been two minutes-

You love me too

Stop fussing and we can sit in peace together for three minutes

 

You love me too

 

Sure do!

 

 

 

 

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