SWEET NIKKI


SWEET NIKKI
My sweetest Nikki,
Oh the feelz you give me.
Miss independent you claim to be.
Sleeping alone, purched up on the cat tree.
My girl, you’re sweeter then maple taffy.
But when you come running, you scream.
Ouuuu, you want your lovin don’t you, miss queen.

Let me tell you how much you complete me, and our little family.

So proud when you get that toy mouse,
Tellin’ off your brother from the cathouse.
Miss independent, the queen bee.
Oh the feelz you give me.
My sweet pea,
Sweet Nikki.

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