You drop your addled head on his shoulder as if it's too heavy to hold up of your own accord. You peer up at him through strategically lowered lashes, continually forcing him to look at you so you can simper in what you seem to think is an adorable way to comport one's self.
Keep up the galling baby behavior sister and you'll need all the head support you can get because I will have snapped your neck and fled the criminal scene of your infantile actions.
You aren't cute. You are in your twenties. At least!
I stand on the subway platform, bearing unfortunate witness to your outrageously girlish antics with your boyfriend and wonder that he doesn't push you in front of the oncoming train. You must give great head. That's all I can figure because overhearing just 30 seconds of your baby talk is giving me a rash.