It's starts innocent enough. I can't hear the words to a song. I start to fill in words for what I can't hear. The words take on a life of their own and soon I'm full blown into writing a parody. As the old Monty Python Skit once stated, "I've suffered for my music; now it's your turn."
Because I'm
Oh babe you need to know
That the happiness makes me poop.
Because I'm
Now I know you’ll explain
It’s the broccoli in my soup.
Because I'm
Still I just want to know
If you feel the same way too.
Because I'm
Are we just both in love
Or do we both have the flu?
Because I'm
Crappy!
