I have a teeny tiny confession to make, although I suspect you already know.
So remember those times you said:
No... don’t do that.
No... don’t do this.
No… what are you doing?
Weellll… I kinda, sorta, do it anyway, not because I don’t understand but because I CAN.
You say no, I look at you and do it anyway.
You say no, I lightly bite your finger, lick, then do it anyway.
You say no, I do it anyway, then run away.
Its a game and I win each time.
Remember Mi Casa Es Su Casa and in Mi Casa we don’t say no.
We both know you can’t stay mad at me when I snuggle in bed at your feet.
We both know you can’t stay mad at me when I show you my belly.
And we both know you can’t resist this face.
Yeah.. Thought so.