hi bella im not lonely anymore

so i visit miss neighbor
with a 500 krona bill in my hand
i ask what shed buy with it
i figured some clothes or shoes
but she blurts out
"lets buy lots of wine"
she chooses an argentinian 
white three litre one
we drink and drink and smoke
eventually she gets in the mood
as i turn on a smooth cover of 
lionel richies sunday morning
just before i fell asleep
with my arms around her
its as if she 
looks like rihanna
bella was afraid 
that id leave her
for a star or a tree
no it was just maggie
shes like a mix of my 
first girlfriend julia
and my most precious bella
shes both calm like bella
and she gets nutty like julia
she both doesnt talk a lot
and then talks so fast
and so cryptic that 
i get confused
my overman
my wonderwoman
i throw
a bicicleta
my blackrock
margareta