Oh Michael Weston, you hunk of lobster slathered in butter
I love the way you walk, talk and shoot (I overlook the fact that you run like a girl)
Oh Michael Weston, you hunk of peanutbutter chocolate Haagen-Dazs.
I love the way you banter with Fiona and Sam (and the way you look after your Mom)
Oh Michael Weston, you hunk of biscuits and bacon gravy
I love the way you talk in accents and ooze manly charm (especially with Fiona)
I love you Michael Weston.
Can you tell I've been dieting?