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Author: Sita Fuoco
Fiction Rated: T - English - Humor - Reviews: 1 - Published: 08-01-07 - Updated: 08-01-07 - Complete - id:2397995

Did I tell you that you bring out the worst in me?

Though I love this feeling, euphoric and I'm in glee.


We aren't inebriated, not today anyway

But we sit outside at night doing it our way.


You, my friend, bring out the worst in me

I think I like it and want to see


What will happen next, that's always new,

I know that I bring out the worst in you.


So I knew this was a bad idea at the start,

As bad as a gas can and flaming dart--


But what can I say? I'm guessing that you're having fun,

And I'm guessing there will be no regrets when all's said and done.


Go ahead and tease me all you want, sure I have a dumb smile

But I'm telling you, it doesn't happen often and it's been a while.


So I told you that you bring out the worst in me

You simply laugh and close those eyes, a lovely gray green,


We crush up that old can, rub the cached bud into the cement,

We really were so far from lament.


You know, now that I think of it you stole my scissors, hey,

I really wasn't thinking about it, it was the next day,


But you know something I've always wanted to do?

I've always wanted to bring out the worst in you.


So I knew this was a bad idea from the start --

Ah well, I think I could go for a pop tart.



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