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SONG ABOUT WRITING A SONG OR LITTLE GIRL

Little girl if you really
Donut like my guitar
I’ll put off its love strings
Perhaps then you'll like me

Little girl if my style
Of charming you is obsolete
I’ll clown around
Your love for me is so urgent

But alas between you and me
There is nothing not even an “and”
Only a blank white page
I wish had blackened a little

Little girl if my demeanor
Is much too awkward and shy
The reason is the way I speak-
Too eloquent and silver-tonqued

Little girl if my seduction
Is ridiculous and clumsy
The reason is that my intrusion
Must be very crafty

But alas between you & me
There is nothing not even an “&”
Only a scribbled page
Which could have been a song or two

Little girl you know its meaningless
To change styles and strings
And that I'm old is certain
There is no point in cheating

If my song is already written
Your love in me is needless
Let me wash off my makeup
And everything fake in me

And let me tell you at last
In my lines in verse
If my song seemed silly to you
Get lost little girl the hell with you