Ode to the Smiths

I love the smell of cut grass in the morning   She says with a sardonic grin

I can't focus

Because I am in love with her breasts

But when you rise to piss you see the Wham vinyl

And you are saddened 

Because you can't focus

And you are in love with her breasts 

And you know that it's over before it really began because you are a bourbon and Smith's kind of guy

And you can feel the soil falling over your head

Because you are in love with her breasts.