Battle lines are drawn
You stand defiant
Not moving a muscle
You think you are a giant
I know you’re on a hustle
The battle lines drawn
I firmly fold my arms
You’ve not got the brawn
I won’t weaken to your charms
Suddenly a change of tact
A smile sweeps across your face
I feel my resolve crack
You’ve innocently played your ace
Please nana please
Like butter wouldn’t melt
You’ve won again with ease
Now a hug that’s heartfelt
I give up, I give in
Alright I will get the biscuit tin 🤦🏻♀️
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