Yes, I am single No, I will not give you 24 hours To get with me How many more lame guys do I have to go through They hide under rocks surrounded by pretty things Right when I take a chance I get attacked No, I don't want to go out with you I don't want to give you my number It will be a cold day in hell When I go drink coffee with you Do I look impressed with your money? Do I look impressed with your looks? All I plan to give you is a number That will connect you to anybody but me
Reason for writing:
I work in a bakery and I open on Sundays at 6am. At 8 in the freaken morning on a Sunday of all days, this really creepy guy came in flashing his money around trying to be suave and asked me out. :( All I want is a guy with a freaken personality.
Birth sign: Libra
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