You popped up on Rob's forehead
Like you were trying to escape
You snaked up from his monobrow
A few shades lighter than grape
I didn't notice you at first
Now all I can do is gape
And all the girls dream that they are licking you
They are licking you, his
You probably think this post is about you
I'll bet you think this post is about you
Don't you? Don't you?
It's even in New Moon! Really, I had to point it out to Mary *nudge*, "Look, forehead vein" *snigger*
Oh well. I still would.....