He is a father

Of two big

Beautiful boys

And he goes to the school meetings

(if you know what I mean)

And he is kind

And he is handsome

And then he tells me

The older boy is his stepson

But of this

He sparsely remembers

Did I mention he is beautiful?

And he throw office meetings

And he likes corny music

But all that above

is nothing

When every time he sees me

he says come on, let's have a baby

(yes, I actually do have a baby but, did I mention nobody has ever made me this proposal?)

Don't misunderstand my point here

Not that I will, as a matter of fact,  have a baby

But I literally melt.

My knees shake to death

And I've got the impression I'm gonna wet myself any minute

Yeah, the fever.