Just Another Tale of Love
AND thair he wept
for he'd not known
lady in black crept
to come take his throne
Thair he used to stand on all
(At least in his eyes)
Until that lady crawl
And spread him with er' lies
What a sickenin' thing to do
To get into 'is head
Make 'em dream of you
And shoot him now he's dead!
You made him lie to his own brain!
You deceived him into love
Repeated it till' that man's insane
Then you fly like some white dove
Oh little lady, halt-
Wait, you never meant to make him lie?
Guess it true, it ain't your fault
Forever-y night he cry
You didn’t mean to whisper
into his desperate head
He did the whisperin' for him
He shot him now he’s dead
Cupid, silly man!
You shoot random folks all day!
C'mon what a foolish plan
Now he in dismay!
Poor man he lie thair dead
(At least in his eyes)
Es caus' he longs for her in bed
How his alive body is disguise!
But then came one day
He was out of his-
Wh- Hey!
You're a-dancin' in my tale young lad!?
What are you crazy, mad!?
Nor the least bit interested!?
Nor a tad bit sad!?
Mister!
What are you speaking of?
Explain it better, please
I'm glad I a'int no poet
those folks got brain disease
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