Come to my
Birthday party tomorrow.
You'll be the only one I want there.
Forget about the ribbons.
Bring me a slingshot.
I'll shoot Cupid out of the air.
We'll forget who he had picked for me,
And I'll pop whoever he had in mind for you
Right in the hiny with my peashooter,
Or with my brand new to me slingshot
That you just gave me for my birthday.

-jenn