Your words may be sharp, but your beauty shines through. Your complaints can't dim the radiance within you.

Your complaints are like stars in the night, shining bright and captivating my sight.

Roses are red, violets are blue, your beauty shines through, despite all you've been through.

"Do you work for customer service? Because I can't stop thinking about how much I want your attention."

Your voice is a melody, your complaints like poetry. In your presence, everything's a symphony.

Your words may be stormy, but the beauty in your eyes is calm and inviting like a warm summer's night.

Excuse me, but are you a rugby ball? Because I can't stop wanting to hold you in my arms.

Are you a magician? Because every time you walk into a room, you make my complaints disappear.

"Is your name Wi-Fi? Because I'm feeling a strong connection... to tuning out your complaints."

Like a diamond in the rough, your complaints make you shine. Your words are precious, divine.

Are you always complaining? Because I can't help but feel lucky just to be around you.

Even in complaint, your grace remains, like a rose amidst the thorns of disdain.

It’s a mystery, but I’m definitely not complaining! You’ve got that spark that makes chatting feel effortless and fun. ✨

"Do you come with a bookmark? Because every moment with you feels like a chapter in a cheesy romance novel."

In a world full of noise and strain,
Your complaints are like a soothing rain.

If complaining were an art form, you'd be a masterpiece. Can I be your audience of one?

Amidst the chaos of disdain, your voice like a soothing rain, calming all my pain.

Are you a parking ticket? Because you've been complaining so much, I feel like I'm getting fined.

"Are you a romance novel? Because your smile is the cheesiest plot twist I've ever fallen for."

Are you a star in the sky? 'Cause even when you complain, you still shine so bright.

Even when you complain, your beauty remains, like a rose amidst the pouring rain.

"Is it a crime to be positive around you? Because I can't help but smile."

Your voice is like a soothing melody. Even when you're complaining, it's music to me.

"You complain about being warm, but girl, your smile is the only sunshine I need."

Roses are red, violets are blue, your complaints may be many, but your beauty shines through.

Are you a broken record? Because I can't get enough of your constant complaints!

Roses may wilt and skies may rain, but your voice is music in my disdain.

Do you work for customer service? Because you've got me hooked on your endless grievances!

Do you always complain? Because your smile is the only thing missing from my day.

Your words may be stormy, but your spirit is bright. Complaining never looked so right.

"Can't guarantee, but let's just say I've never heard anyone complain about my company. And yes, it's better than what you're imagining."

"Your beauty is like a love song that keeps playing on repeat, but I'm not complaining, I just can't get enough."

Your words may be a storm of pain, but your eyes shine like the gentlest rain.

Roses are red, violets are blue, your voice is music when you complain, it's true.

Are you electricity? Because all I hear from you is negative charges!

In a world full of noise, your voice is like a delicate refrain, your complaints only make you more enchanting.

I may not have all the answers to your complaints, but I promise to listen and make you smile.

Your voice is a melody in a world of noise, turning complaints into beautiful poise.

"Are you a romance novel? Because our story has so many cheesy lines, it's bound to end happily ever after."

Your words may be a stormy sea, but in your heart lies beauty unfree.

I could listen to your complaints all night if it means I get to hear your voice.

Your words may be sharp, your critiques precise, but in my eyes, you're a captivating paradise.

Your complaints are like music to my ears, each one a beautiful melody that I long to hear.

Are you a shooting star? Because your complaints can't dim the shine of your beauty afar.

Are you a shooting star? Because even in complaints, you shine bright from afar.

Roses may wilt and clouds may rain, but your beauty never wanes.

Did it hurt when you fell from heaven? Because it seems like your halo is a little crooked from so much complaining.

Your complaints are like music to my ears, for they reveal a heart that truly cares.

"Are you a romance novel? Because our love story might be cheesy, but I promise it'll have a happy ending."

"Do you have a fever? Because your hotness is keeping me awake and I'm not complaining."

Are you made of silver lining? Despite the rain, your complaints are shining.

"If complaining were an art, you'd be a masterpiece. I can't help but admire your passion."

I lowkey wanna complain to spotify

I lowkey wanna complan to spotify coz u’re not on the hottest single of the week

Are you a magician? Because whenever you complain, all my problems disappear.

"Are you a broken record? Because all I hear is your complaints... and I love it!"

Your voice is a melody, even when you complain. Beauty in every word, like a summer rain.

Are you a fire alarm? Because you're always loud and never fail to catch my attention.

"Can't help being cheesy when I'm around you, just like a fine romance novel, full of love and deliciously happy endings."

Did it hurt when you fell from heaven? Because you must be an angel from all that complaining.

Are you a shooting star? Because all your complaints can't dim the brightness of your charm.

Are you a magician? Because every time you complain, the room lights up with your charm.

Your voice may be a storm of rain, but your smile is a ray of sunshine in disdain.

Your complaints are like music to my ears, but I'd rather listen to your moans.

Do you have a map? Because I keep getting lost in your beautiful words every time you talk.

Your complaints may be many, but your charm takes the lead,
In your presence, my heart finds all the love it needs.

"Do you work for the Weather Channel? Because you keep raining on my parade with those complaints."

"Are you a fire alarm? Because you keep going off with all that complaining!"

"Are you a fire alarm? Because you're really loud, but I can't help but be drawn to you."

Did it hurt when you fell from heaven? Or are you just complaining about the landing?

Roses may wilt and thorns may sting, but your words, my dear, are a melody to sing.

"Is it fate or just gravity that keeps bringing us together? Either way, I'm not complaining."

Thanks! I guess my secret talent is making my plants listen to me complain about Mondays. They’re great listeners, though!

You must be a skunk, 'cause you've got me under your stinky spell, and I ain't complaining!

Are you a shooting star? Your complaints are like fleeting sparks in the night, captivating and bright.

Is your name Google? Because you have everything I've been searching for, even complaints.

Your complaints are like a melody, every word a sweet refrain, but your beauty outshines them all.

Did it hurt when you fell from heaven? Or are you just upset about something again?

Are you a shooting star in disguise, because even when you complain, you light up the skies.

Roses fade, violets too,
But your voice is sweeter than morning dew.

Did it hurt when you fell from heaven? Because I bet you've been complaining about it ever since.

If complaining was a sport, you'd be a gold medalist - want to team up?

Are you a heavy object?

Because I will Pick you Up Bang you to the floor and then complain about my back

Are you a parking ticket? Because you've got "Fine" written all over you with all that complaining.

You seem to be complaining about your periods alot

Want me to relieve you from it for next 9 months?

Did it hurt when you fell from heaven? Because I bet you complained all the way down.

I’m complaining to Spotify because…

You weren’t this week’s hottest single

Maybe the red nightwear was a mistake; it doesn't leave much to the imagination. But I'm not complaining.

Your complaints are like love songs to my ears, each one making me fall for you more.

You turn complaints into art, a skill so rare,
Your vivid words paint a picture beyond compare.

If moaning after a game is your thing, I promise to make you feel comfortable all night long.

Are you made of copper and tellurium? Because you're Cu-Te when all you do is complain.

Your words may be filled with despair, but your grace and charm make me stop and stare.

"Well, I'm definitely not complaining! Just wait until you see what other kinds of sparks I can create. 😉 What else you got for me?"

Are you a star? Because even amidst complaints, your light shines bright from afar.

Your voice is like a melody, sweetest when you speak. Complaining or not, you're unique.

Your complaints are like melodies, sweet and rare. But in my eyes, you're beyond compare.

"Your complaints may be loud, but your charm is even louder. Can I turn that frown upside down?"

Your words may be filled with disdain, but your beauty is never in vain.

Amidst your grievances, I see a diamond shine. Your beauty outshines any whine.

Are you a magician? Because every time you speak, all I hear is pure magic.

Did it hurt when you fell from heaven? Because I bet that's where all your complaints came from.

Gurrrl, is you a Sisyphean task? Because I would

Easily believe you always complain you're never finished.

I'm gonna have to complain to Spotify...

Cause when I clicked on 'this weeks hottest single' you weren't there

What Happens When You Are THIRSTY Towards Women!

What Happens When You Are THIRSTY Towards Women:
They become DISGUSTED by your presence, and also, of most other men.
They then go home to their Husbands, Fathers, Brothers or Sons and COMPLAIN about Men being "Dogs".
This is a lose-lose situation.
So Tusty-men, PLEASE STOP! -PM

Im gonna complain spotify

That you aren't listed in the hottest singles of this week

I wouldn't complain about a layover with you.