By Dorothy Tarpley
You’re the OBJECT of my affection
Unless, of course, you OBJECT
This isn’t a CONTEST of wills
You can always CONTEST or accept
Right this MINUTE I’m crossing my fingers
And planning each MINUTE detail
I’ll WIND up my plans when you answer
Hope the WIND isn’t cut from my sail
Surely you’d never DESERT me
I’d be lost in the DESERT for sure
If you’ll give me some LEAD on your feelings
I’ll get the LEAD out and offer a cure
This PROJECT is making me crazy
I PROJECT that I won’t sleep tonight
Till a CONTRACT is reached on our love life
I’ll CONTRACT till the spark reignites