I like Mormon boys, and I cannot lie.
You other sisters can't deny.
When a boy walks in with his scriptures in his case
and a smile upon his face, you get a date!
A celestial mate.
He's goin' on a mission, havin' you wishin'...you had a man,
Someone to hold your hand!
We don't like your features!
Your brothers are hot, and you are not!
So give us some righteous Priests! Huh!
P.S. The looks of disgust that my homegurl throws at me pierce me to the core. I had better enroll in some "How to Be Cooler" classes. She thinks my Vanilla Ice rappin' skills stink like beef and cheese. Or maybe it's just my whole personage that offends every bone in her body. The church is still true.