Oh Valentine...
Ode to a Guitar Player Named Mr. E
You crack a joke about my gutter-ball bowl
And I fire back 'bout your T-shirt-tan-guns,
But really I'm dying to give you a squeeze
And I know you like looking at my sexy buns.
Oh yeah, I act like you're just a big dork
And you tease me like you're pushing away,
But I know you're just waiting for that phone to ring
And I'm hoping I'm good enough for you to say,
"Hey! I really like you! Let's go out sometime!
You're funny and pretty and just right for me!"
But instead, I sit here, and hope you'll come online
Oh if only you knew, my dear sweet Mr. E!
And although I may worry that you're too good,
That your musical skills put you out of my league,
I dream that your well-played Super Mario cover
Was put up for download especially for me.
And I know you're secretly checking my profile
(Hoping you've moved to my MySpace Top Eight)!
When I'm lost in your eyes, you're lost in my smile,
And I know you're just hoping to hear me say,
"Hey! I really like you! Let's go out sometime!
You're funny and handsome and just right for me!"
But instead, you sit there, and hide from me online.
Oh I wish you'd come out now, my dear Mr. E!