Found You

Before I found you, I was lost,

Still feeling missing is a given,

But now that I got you, guess I got a lot,

Mrs Office, let's give it our best shop,

and guess what, I'm the next SWAT,

and this Tec cocked, LED spot propped on top,

with a red dot, because you said that reds hot,

so the point I'm trying to get across,

is your dress, "yes" - what's the stop,

for - well 'cough' - 'cough' - whore,

no offence but you look best with the dress off,

matter-fact why is it my head instead that gets lost,

Meh, next top-ic, like a fucking pop quiz,

okay stop, think, and do not blink,

and try to double cross Tim,

be comfortable, see he's lovable and not pimped,

but before I pound you, me you humpable and not grim,

by that I mean - please tell me your not a constable or such things,