Pop ya hip
Or: How I’ll cat-call you after 40 years of marriage Hey! You’re intoxicating as sherry.Original like Werther’s sweets.Close to me as a pacemaker.You make me complete. I wanna get old with you, baby.Seriously old.I wanna hear young’uns whisper,Seriously, how’d they get so old? I wanna love you in nothin’ but wrinkles.Yeah, your Sunday Best.I wanna …