Your behind is messing up my mind
Anytime I see your behind, I lag behind
Your kind of behind is hard to find

They will hang me for the love of your
Behind. Candy of the eyes indeed
Now my blood flows like tidal waves
Some things can be so dear. But
Yours comes with username and
Password. Testaments speak of
Mortar and pestle, the contours
Reveal the catapult. I boil in the
Groin as you force the image of
Your legendary behind on the
Backdrop of my mind. Such a
Heart burden. Your behind has
Tapped its root deep into my
Skull. It eats my sleep and rents
My nightmares. It builds a mast
Of thoughts. I have dug my own
Grave and I have measured its
Depth. And I have constructed a
Balcony of plans on the forehead
Of time. Your famous behind has
Hit the bull's eye, now I'm tethered
To a quest of hacking your password
And username. I will check my emails
There even if it will land me in my grave
After all, something will kill a man
Your behind is the promise land
Sincerely

Your behind is messing up my mind
Anytime I see your behind, I lag behind
Your kind of behind is hard to find