Boy, i dance cutely.

I am a boy, and Vernice is a friend, a lovely friend, and i am a boy, a common boy for a friend, a lovely friend.

When Vernice was born, i wasn’t around to tell you how much she weighed, so i really shouldn’t start this story from the day she was born, neither should i start this story from the day we first met, ahh.. i don’t remember what dress she wore, or if i had thought she was hot or even her name i didn’t remember as i only memorized her name a few days after, or maybe a few weeks after she had become my colleague.

So i really shouldn’t pretend to write with anything i don’t remember.

I started to remember Vernice is a lovely friend — for a common boy i am — when i was listening to Get It on Tonight by Montell Jordan and she wrote a note, and tapped on my shoulder, her note said i danced cutely, on the chair, and i had to remove the loud earphones from my ears to understand her, and to return the sweet smile she gave, i first thought i had to take off my lousy shirt.

I remember, Vernice is a friend, a lovely friend, and i am a boy, a common boy for a friend, a lovely friend.

Lovely girl, you gotta dance with me.