In Boston Pizza

I saw her. I met her. And now I want her.

I want to spend time with her,

To see her, to feel her.

But which is better,

She wants me too.

I got to relax, I got to be cool,

I got to show her me,

Show her that I too can be free.

I got to chill, take a pill,

Into the pool to spill,

And in doing so capture her

And mine for her to be,

Which is more, she want too wants me.

She gives energy,

She gives me life,

Can she be mine?

Will she be a wife?

She makes me once again rhyme,

And I don’t even need to plea,

For her to want me.