He drew me in with his grits and sweet tea -- with his monogrammed towels and slow talk. And now? Now he has become cold and bitter. A lone man of anger destined to make my life frigid and in despair. So I am givin him a dose of her own medicine. I am trickin him. Playin his little game. I put on a little flirty summer dress, did a little dance and turned the thermostat to 92 --
and took out my beach pictures. Makes him jealous every time.
Ha ha hoo hoo hee hee hee giggle giggle snort.
That'll show his little Jack Frost nippin at my nose.
Of course, IJ will also divorce me once the gas bill comes in