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So. Of course after I say my tale of woe about how I can't write anymore and the muse is dead within... I come up with a song.
It's ok. Needs editing. Which I wont do. Cuz I hate editing.
Up ahead I see a penny
Gonna take and try to get some fanny
Not to worried if I can't get none
Gives me time to work on my song
I like to write in the morning and sing all day
I see the ladies and I love their way
My heart chokes at the frowns I see
I wanna ask you will you dance with me
We'll see the moon the stars and everything between
And I'll hold you love you and it will be all we need
We talk of Paris and failed writers
I'll make you smile with my clever one liners
But I look into your eyes and see them fade
Realize I'm back on 19 and you're on the next page
So now I'll try to finish my song
Inspired by the faces of those that I long
Best I can remember anyways. I just started singing it in the car on my way back here. Wrote it down. Then transcribed for the web. Bound to be sometehing I missed but oh well.