She knits,
The silver knitting needles,
Sliding through the blue yarn,
And she smiles.
But she is the kind of girl,
Who will knit you a sweater,
And stab you with a knitting needle,
And trust me when I say,
You do not want to get on her bad side.
She knits,
The silver knitting needles,
Sliding through the blue yarn,
And she smiles.
But she is the kind of girl,
Who will knit you a sweater,
And stab you with a knitting needle,
And trust me when I say,
You do not want to get on her bad side.
Perfectly Imperfect Me 