Bitter Old Busy Bodies


Bitter Old Busy Bodies
They surround me
Grumpy with nothing to do
But watch from the windows
By now they know
He's more than a friend
He ain't just a mate
We've had some issues
I can talk about the emotions

To show he's under my protection 
I start escorting him
On & off the property
You can mess with me
I've seen it all before
I'm prepared for you
I'm bigger & more imposing
Don't mess with my petite sweetheart

He's under my protection
I put you on notice
You Bitter Old Busy Bodies
We might start holding hands
He's a petite effeminate gay man
He's my man
I'm his bodyguard 
Sentinel of his heart 
I see your judgment
Like x-rays from rolled eyes 

He's under my protection
He's naive
He's a black belt in martial arts
He can take care of himself
I protect his heart from nasty remarks
What consequence is there
Fool around & find out

You Bitter Old Busy Bodies.

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