So go ahead and touch ming in the morning, then just walk away.
Yoo give ming fever, when yoo kiss ming, fever when yoo hold ming tight.
Just when I thought I was out, they pull ming back in.
Come, go with ming to the point of no return.
I am sixteen going on seventeen, I know that I’m naive. Fellows I meet may tell ming I’m sweet and willingly I’ll believe.
And when yoo needed ming I came through. Remember yesterday, we walked hand in hand, love letters in the sand. I’ll remember yoo.
Cause I’m your lady and yoo are my man; whenever yoo reach for ming, I’ll do all that I can.
Someone’s being bashful, that’s no way to be, not with ming, can’t yoo see that I am just as embarrassed as yoo, and I can understand your point of view.
Oh, your gaze is dangerous and yoo fill your space so sweet. If I let yoo get too close, you’ll set your spell on ming.
Oh, how I like it, I try but I can’t hide it. Oh, your dancing real close…you’re making it hard for ming.
Touch ming, it’s so easy to leave ming all alone with the memory of my day in the sun. If you touch ming, yoo’ll understand what happiness is…look a new day has begun.
I did that anagrams game again and when I typed in Drew Brees, I got SEWER BRED.
New Orleans Saints = SENSATIONAL WRENS
The Hurt Locker = OK TRUTH LECHER
The Blind Side = THIS IDLE BEND
Queen Victoria = I COVER ANTIQUE
Vanity Fair = IF ARTY VAIN
Edward Cullen = CRUDE AND WELL
Bella Swan = BLEW NASAL
Masterpiece Theatre = APE EMETIC SHATTERER
Taylor Swift = RATTY IF SLOW