I WANT TO LOVE YOU

I want to love you,
But you're too bloody vain.
Hurry, quick!
Check your appearance yet again.

I would run my fingers,
Through your hair as well.
Only they'd get stuck,
On those layers of gel.

I want to hug you,
But a part of me knows,
You'd get in a state,
If I creased up your clothes.

I want to love you,
But there would be no use,
For I'd get more pleasure,
From a chocolate mousse.

Around 2003