you tell Me all the time how much you long to hear those three words out of My perfect mouth. you crave it. It runs through you mind on the regular, and you fantasize about it one day coming true. Me... telling you I... love... you... NOT hahahaha. Yeah loser, that would never happen. It'll be a cold cold day in hell before I'd ever fix My lips to tell you that.

you tell Me all the time how much you long to hear those three words out of My perfect mouth. you crave it. It runs through you mind on the regular, and you fantasize about it one day coming true. Me... telling you I... love... you... NOT hahahaha. Yeah loser, that would never happen. It'll be a cold cold day in hell before I'd ever fix My lips to tell you that.