my rib

this rib i got fits me just right,
just enough wierd to make me just right,
just enough of you to make me your type.

it lets you know my heart before i speak,

it makes you privy to my thoughts before i speak,
it lets you know the kind of things i would like,
it makes you see just what would make things right.

this rib, my blue print at creation,
that's why my feet fit right into yours,
that;s my head comes right under yours,
that's why my hands into yours,
and that's why am all yours