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| Game Time |
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| For those of you who have ever tried to work up the courage to talk to a girl you'll understand this |
I think its time for me to do
The right thing and talk to you
I dont know how this will go
But I bet it will flow
I think I can get the guts
To say some thing instead of being a clutz
I know that I have you wondering
But I think Ill find my heart thundering
If this sounds like Ive fallen in love
Dont worry its like a dove
If that made no sense
Then try this for 50 pence
Ha I talk in ryme
And I dont even know if youll give me the time
To say a word or here me out
All I know is that this will soon come about
There is no love in what I write
Only a poets love of the sight
Of when a piece has turned out well
And sounds like the ringing of a bell
So what do you think of the poems I write
Am I a fool or do I have a fight
Id hate to think I write in vain
When in fact I was driving you insane
I have no intention to make you think
That I am like a sink
Sending out things that are poetic to me
But are in fact like the sting of a bee
This may or may not be
The final poem I write to thee
For if all goes well
And I have the strength of a cell
Then either Ill be saying these in your ear
Or writing them while drunk from beer
That last bit was a little odd
But I mean it to be true for I feel like a cod
If you have anything to say
Tell me when I deliver this today |
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