A struggle begins inside me each
time
I see his face before me.
A strange combination of love
and hate
Does make me wild and
restless
And the sight of my history
teacher
Makes me want to rise and
flee
Leaving all trace of History 10
behind me.
It tickles the taste buds
as quickly it glides
Over the tongue and down.
Tart and cold and charmingly
bold--------------------
Yeah! Grapefruit juice!