Bob Thomas Writes

I love you only when you’re naked!

When you’re fully clothed I feel like a jerk.

I don’t know what you’re talking about.

I don’t know any of your friends.

I think your cooking stinks.

I don’ t like your taste in music.

I thought I could change you, or me.

But I can’t.

Soooo,

. . . take your clothes off.