So, have a memepoem thing I found at the Rift:
Put your music player on shuffle and write down the first lines of the first twenty songs that come up. The first line of the twenty-first song is your title.
I Judge By What’s She’s Wearing
When’s your birthday
Well, you can dig me up a grave
I hear your voice
When I wake up in the morning
Yeah, it’s been a long, long time
I was alone and I needed a date
Dear momma’s boy
When the devil is too busy
Red Rover, Red Rover,
Well hello there little boy,
This is my December
An address to the golden door
Electricity
I put my hand on your stocking
I’m through with standing in line
In the dark of the night I was tossing and turning
Looking out my window
Jenny, Jenny, who can I turn to
B-b-bang, bang, bang, bang
All these little rejections
I will admit to skipping some songs -- but they were either instrumentals or not in English, so. . . . Hope you enjoy the nonsense!
-MF: Completely run out of things to say, huh?-
Shaddup.
Put your music player on shuffle and write down the first lines of the first twenty songs that come up. The first line of the twenty-first song is your title.
I Judge By What’s She’s Wearing
When’s your birthday
Well, you can dig me up a grave
I hear your voice
When I wake up in the morning
Yeah, it’s been a long, long time
I was alone and I needed a date
Dear momma’s boy
When the devil is too busy
Red Rover, Red Rover,
Well hello there little boy,
This is my December
An address to the golden door
Electricity
I put my hand on your stocking
I’m through with standing in line
In the dark of the night I was tossing and turning
Looking out my window
Jenny, Jenny, who can I turn to
B-b-bang, bang, bang, bang
All these little rejections
I will admit to skipping some songs -- but they were either instrumentals or not in English, so. . . . Hope you enjoy the nonsense!
-MF: Completely run out of things to say, huh?-
Shaddup.