He's got on my same favorite t-shirt
He thinks it's cooler than I do
Probably in his 'good' t-shirt pile
Mine, I like the way it fits now
and got old in all the right places
He won't last long
They never do
She'll dote on him
He'll feel smothered
and wonder what else is out there
Then it's 'Let's just be friends'
But they won't be friends
And she'll start crying and he'll stop calling
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem