Hugh Hefner had it made, plenty of hot horny bunnies and what were they after… his carrot, his cabbage, but not his heart? Bunny Habits… I know plenty of would be bunnies with bad habits and I have the habit of falling in love; maybe I should break it.
Perpetually broken
Have I had it?
A dream of love, awoken
Loving you a habit
You’re leaping and hopping
Trying to fly
Never stopping
But I try to deny
Bunnies in my dreaming
Sexy bowtie
Your twitching nose
I find a delight
But there it goes
Raised so high
Loving you so
Yet you won’t be mine
Your chewing, no kiss
Ripped and torn
Yet you insist
On dining all the more
That’s my heart Miss
What do I love you for?
You’re scurrying and hurrying
I’m not a wolf or a dog even
What I am or hope to be
Doesn’t matter you’re leavin’
Why is it I’m not learning?
I should stop believin’
You multiply
All of you exactly the same
I fall, you choose another guy
Too ugly, too stupid; obsessed and lame
Don’t wonder why
I’m to blame
So break my heart, yeah it’s funny
Enough of love, I’ve never had it
Girl, angel, Playboy Bunny
Loving you… I’ll break the habit
Copyright © 2011, Will A. Bradford Jr. All rights reserved.
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