I'm not going to write you a love song...
Because I'm pretty sure I'm just infatuated.
Oh, how you tempt me to fall head over heels, though....
with your $4.99 lamps
and your $20 area rugs.
Those plush stuffed animals (though I can't quite figure out what they are supposed to resemble).
Even my son seems smitten by your brightly colored wardrobes and plastic toy bins.
You make me want to live in 843 sq. feet of organized perfection.
In short, you make me want to be a better person.