Unfinished....
So you think you can read me like a book
and predict my mood just by the way I look,
don't be too sure you don't know me at all,
seen as crying I'm really having a ball...
Caesar killed Brutus wearing a smile
and Jesus betrayed Judas with a kiss,
macho Apollo was into homosexuality,
boy, things aren't what they seem to be...
What you see is but the shell of a man,
just a piece of rusty, empty tin can...
blah, blah, blah, blah...
Classical is short for whimsical,
rock is a close relative of punk,
country is silly, too tearjerkery,
mistype sax and you get sex...
Coldest than the colder steel,
hardest than the harder stone,
softest than the softer cotton...
Jack & Jill went up the hill to get a pail of water...
Twinkle, twinkle, little star, how I wonder...
Itsy bitsy teeny weeny polka dot bikini...
Itsy bitsy spider up the water spout...
Oh, wait a minute, Mr. Postman...
La cucuracha, la cucuracha...
Besame, besame mucho...
Old McDonald has a farm...
Cucuru cucu paloma...
Arrivederci Roma...
Vaya con dios...
Oye como va...
Jambalaya...
what else?
Ah, I can't finish this damn piece.
Writer's block, writer's block, writer's block!
Yikes! don’t know where this crazy piece is headed.
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