From the Man Who Thinks With His Pants (Sometimes)

This was the last day of freedom In my twisted tale of a life For soon on I'll seldom Be free from my busy strife For next week I leave To never be seen for days Though it seems short I wish next to you I could stay As a friend I do care That night was a accedent And since you wont listen, now I'll share My account of that incedent "On the night of April 2nd, In the dead of the night With two chums talking The ringing phone gave me a fright T'was the girl who held my dreams The one I'd set eyes on Who called, And broke the peacful calm As a fool I flirted And you were left alone Deserted" The truth being I failed you But dont think That I didnt want to hang I had a good time planned Before that phone rang --Sorry to my good friend Joe. I was so caught up in the moment I ignored my guest. But honestly I'm Sorry i really wanted to hang. It's not like she could have been on the phone with me ALL night. She accualy got off 5 min after you left. But I know that is not the point. So ligitly....I'm Sorry