My old lady wants me to write her a love poem
Now that's a hell of a request
especially when all you can think about is cockroaches

She says if I don't do it she won't feed me
Oh how I love you
Let me count the ways
I wish I could stop thinking about cockroaches

I love you as much as I hate cockroaches
the dirty little things oh how I hate them
and when they come crawling out of the* cracks in the wall
and scurrying around with their ugly little legs
it makes my skin crawl
oh you can see how I hate them
oh you can see how I love you
I love you almost as much as I hate cockroaches
I love you more than cockroaches
I hate them