last song i will write about cho. i swear.
amateur music for bored people.
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Story behind the song
it's a new year, and I thought, "HEY CHRIS! Why not write something funny?"
another song about yet another interesting exchange with cho.
Lyrics
and I can't remember the last time that we spoke
was it august or april, the month you love the most
just guess, not yet
old friend, i'm not offended by the last words that you said
"chris, you're duller than baseball bat, and more porous than a net"
ah yes, not done yet.
if only future chris could tell you this: that I am not a joke
I've bagged a living anaconda, and i used it as a rope
oh yes, oh yes.
my mother once explained to me that you are just a tease
more reluctant than an eskimo to take off his new fleece.
what about your flaws? i've seen them all. you're very critical
and yet you don't seem realize that you're only 4 feet tall.
or 5, i'm just estimating.
and when you think of me, don't hesitate to pet your little pussy
not the one you're thinking of, dirty girl, i mean, literally, a cat
or dog... because we're all soft.
now
(meow)
...note: (the last word is a meow... not a 'now') endnote.
