These don’t exist, but if they did, I think the world would be a better place.
If you’re the Man, can I be your Chico?
We go together like Marshmallow Fluff and peanut butter
If you’re the ATM, I’ve got the debit card
You’re the cap for my Sharpie
It’s like you’ve got Caller ID for my heart
You used to be all iBook; now you’re so Pismo
Won’t you be my Folgers Crystals of love?
You’re just like a Payday: all nutty outside, soft inside
Look out Peabo Bryson, you’re next! -pm
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