You, me, starry nights.
You, liar. Me, termagant.
It would never work.
You, me, endless love.
But…men are pigs. I’m no prize,
myself. Never mind.
Wanted: my soul mate.
You are married. I’m just sad.
Fie, sir. Get thee hence.
Yes it's Pickles here. Run awaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!
You, me, starry nights.
You, liar. Me, termagant.
It would never work.
You, me, endless love.
But…men are pigs. I’m no prize,
myself. Never mind.
Wanted: my soul mate.
You are married. I’m just sad.
Fie, sir. Get thee hence.