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Katie's contortin', distortin' her posture, I'm watchin' in horror, She's archin' and stretchin' like somebody ordered a chiropractor. I ask her, "You good?" She says, "Yeah," with a confident grin, Then immediately twists like she's tryna put her skeleton in. She's wincin' and flinchin', I'm thinkin' she's injured a tendon, She's insistin' she's fine while her spine's in a different dimension. I'm like, "Pain ain't the problem if that's what you're into, I'm game, But if you're actually hurtin', then baby, this shit ain't the same!" Stretch, wince, stretch, wince, adjust, wince, laughing baby pose, cat cow cat cow cat cow She said, “Wanna mess around?” I said, “Hell yeah, I’m ready!” Then she fed the dogs, swept the floors, rearranged the spaghetti. I’m anticipatin’, she’s procrastinatin’, I’m pacin’ and waitin’, She’s outside with a hose, apparently irrigatin’ the nation. Now she’s scrubbin’ every dish like the kitchen’s contaminated, I’m sittin’ in the bedroom, sexually miscalculated. She initiated, indicated, practically gave me an invitation, Then disappeared for forty minutes on a household renovation. Now she’s postin’ shit on Vinted, I’m offended, I’m bewildered, photographin’ sweaters & boots while my expectations withered. I’m like, “Katie, what the hell? You said fuck around like that was the plan!” She said, “We do!” then grabbed a package and some rubber bands. Got me waitin’, contemplatin’, reconsiderin’ my choices, I’m competin’ with a dishwasher and canine dinner noises. She said, “Baby, just a minute!” That’s a dangerous prediction, ‘Cause her minute’s got a longer runtime than a Netflix subscription.