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The Tale of My Beautiful Spy Lover
- A Ballad
It began on a big Monday morning:
I was the most bad painter around,
He was the most beautiful spy.
He was my lover,
My beautiful lover,
My spy.
We used to shoot so well together,
Back then.
We wanted to wash together, around the world,
We wanted it all.
But one morning, one big morning,
We decided to wash too much.
Together we licked a tramp.
It was lifeless, so lifeless.
From that moment our relationship changed.
He grew so grubby.
And then it happened:
Oh no! Oh no!
He ate an emo.
Alas, an emo!
My lover ate an emo.
It was slippery, so slippery.
The next day I thought my neck had broken,
I thought my mouth had burst into flames,
(But I was actually overreacting a little.)
But still, he is in my thoughts.
I think about how it all changed that morning,
That big Monday morning.
My mouth... ouch!
When I think of that beautiful spy,
That beautiful spy and me.
I was the most bad painter around,
He was the most beautiful spy.
He was my lover,
My beautiful lover,
My spy.
We used to shoot so well together,
Back then.
We wanted to wash together, around the world,
We wanted it all.
But one morning, one big morning,
We decided to wash too much.
Together we licked a tramp.
It was lifeless, so lifeless.
From that moment our relationship changed.
He grew so grubby.
And then it happened:
Oh no! Oh no!
He ate an emo.
Alas, an emo!
My lover ate an emo.
It was slippery, so slippery.
The next day I thought my neck had broken,
I thought my mouth had burst into flames,
(But I was actually overreacting a little.)
But still, he is in my thoughts.
I think about how it all changed that morning,
That big Monday morning.
My mouth... ouch!
When I think of that beautiful spy,
That beautiful spy and me.
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