Don’t Make Me Happy

Don’t play with dead things
Or they might come to life

Don’t skate on the edge of a blade
Or you might slip and save my life

Don’t come too close to me my dear
Or I might have to shove you away

Don’t play in the middle of the road
Or you just might make my day

Don’t trip while you are running
Unless you are near a cliff

Don’t make me happy darling
Or you might just cause a fit

Don’t keep me guessing ever
For I might just get it right

And don’t come home and tell me you love me
For we both know that's a lie

The End

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