This man is a soda can.
Flashy and shiny on the outside.
Fringe ideas - Trudeau ban.
Charismatic, cute and blue-eyed.
He doesn’t drink pop.
But this man is a soda can.
Jokes that just don’t stop.
A wrench in the plan.
Perfect teeth and perfect smile,
Heart skips - for just a while.
Health freak, male version of me.
Clean freak, filled can with pee.
Titanium metal, hard and rugged.
Doesn’t like pop, but he would chug it.
Dare taker, silly nature what’s his brand?
Sits there with raw milk in hand.
He’s a soda can, said he’ll be my confession.
I’ll say whatever, ill discretion.
He’s a soda, shake him up,
Full of energy he’ll pop.
He's a soda can, but I can't drink pop.
and if I took a sip, I wouldn't stop.
Not sure if he's a pepsi or coke.
But if I tried him, I'm sure I'd choke.
He's a soda can.
But he'd blatantly disagree.
He'd call himself an ol' whiskey.
But he is more down to earth than that.
A Dr. Pepper cherry sitting, and is flat.
A soda, a sweet treat.
A good taste, right off the bat.
The best kind, imagine that.
A familiar flavour that I haven't had.
The kind that pleases mom or dad.
This man is a soda can.
On brand, has so much luck.
romantic and love struck.
The kind of pop that gets you addicted.
Full of aspartame that gets restricted.
Not sure what type he is yet, good or bad.
But he makes me happy, when I'm feeling sad.
I'm wondering about all the thoughts in his head.
Maybe he'll turn out to be a Zevia instead.
