in a rare flare of artistic inspiration, i wrote a song in the final minutes of the Chinese B exam, make of it what you will!
This, right here, is a simple tune
Composed while staring at the moon.
Well I must confess, that was not true,
I wrote it, thinking about you
A pathetic lie, I know I told.
But alas, my love, i'm growing old.
I need someone for me to hold
By the Fire when it gets to cold.
Dear Joseph Jeremiah,
You set my heart a fire,
The light of my desire,
Is you.
Dear Joseph Jeremy,
You're the knees of my bees,
You hold my hanky when I sneeze,
Love me, please.
