I'm Like An Oxymoron, I'm Pretty Ugly Poem by Mark Heathcote

I'm Like An Oxymoron, I'm Pretty Ugly



'Old news, you might think? '
'Old news, you might think? '
Growing old, growing smaller all the time
Air-tight alone together how divine
Loosely sealed with a synchronized kiss
A minor miracle oh what a bliss.
Crash landing on Indian cotton sheets
Same difference with a few little misdemeanour conceits
A devout atheist naked blue in the nude
Found missing, where days and hours never accrued
'Old news, you might think? '

'Old news, you might think? '
But she's Eve's original copy with skin like honey and milk.
She became my student teacher both day and night
It was a working vacation—right?
In my unbiased opinion she was the one!
Ah, Jumbo shrimp for tea, Hun
Only choice you have is me.
The exact estimate for the sun to shine grantee
Or snow to melt is unknown before I get a freezer burn.
It's seriously funny—right? When you've got no real concern
'Old news, you might think? '

'Old news, you might think? '
Oh, there's an arousing loud whisper saying marry me
And a small crowd raining confetti on us, oh, what a lot of idiosyncrasies
Lover, I'm like an oxymoron, I'm pretty ugly
I'm like the living dead, but damnably
I am awfully good still in bed.
Growing old, growing smaller all the time
Air-tight alone together how divine
Loosely sealed with a synchronized kiss
A minor miracle oh what a bliss.
Ah - ah - ah
Ah - ah - ah
"Old news, you might think? "

"Old news, you might think? "
Old news, you might think? "
But she's Eve's original copy with skin like honey and milk.
She became my student teacher both day and night
It was a working vacation—right?
In my unbiased opinion she was the one!
Ah, Jumbo shrimp for tea, Hun
Only choice you have is me.
The exact estimate for the sun to shine grantee
Or snow to melt is unknown before I get a freezer burn.
It's seriously funny—right? When you've got no real concern
Lover, I'm like an oxymoron, I'm pretty ugly
I'm like the living dead, but damnably
I am awfully good still in bed.
Ah - ah - ah
Ah - ah - ah
"Old news, you might think? "

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