His voice is tender and his hands are soft
His hair smells good and he does no wrong
He's very shy and he loves to laugh
He plays boyish games and loves to have cash
His body is warm and he always wears cologne
He's very protective and and doesn't like to be alone
He's very tall and mightly strong
He loves to sing and knows every song
He loves to hug and he loves to kiss
He loves to pull my hair and punish me with his fist
He wasn't always like this...he used to be good
I tried to leave him but he said I never would...
