I'm an adult Hello Kitty addict and I'm not alone
I could devour your marshmallow figure and lick your whiskers one by one.
Your mouthless face somehow still smooches and whispers, "Come hither, baby boy."
Dreaming of you fills me with pink and red butterflies and heavy sighs.
Hello Kitty, I'm on my knees. Will you make me your big, bad boy toy?
It could be fun and you could say I was the one who was won.
I have competition, I know. It's because you're a squat feline goddess.
My rivals throw pebbles at your window, cook you three courses.
They come lance in hand, riding on galloping white horses.
We dream of you simultaneously; isn't that the oddest?
We hate each other and yet we are in sync
because of you, my chubby housecat drug,
my coochie-coo love bug.
I just want a little bit of the white stuff.