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Author: Wishdreamer89
Fiction Rated: T - English - Parody/Romance - Published: 07-29-07 - Updated: 07-29-07 - Complete - id:2396788

Hey there boy

I’m gonna call you troy

Now keep your eyes on me

Act like we’re brimming with joy

Oh, there he goes

Quick- laugh like it’s a good day

Now stare deep into my face

Like there is no other place

You might’ve noticed that this is just a big game

Not that I should be ashamed

But right now your mines to claim

I can’t believe he had to bring that chick

Her heads as thick as a brick

This whole thing makes me so sick

But oh well-

I’ve got to suck it up and keep a straight face

Act like it brings me no pain

Oh hell- it drives me insane

Cuz he knows…

That he mistreated

The girl he claimed that he needed

After all that fun and loving

Who could have saw a thing coming

To say I’m fine, now

would just be a lie now

So can I sit here with you

and maybe talk like we're two?

So, hey boy

Remember your name is troy

He’s coming over our way

Gosh, watch the way that he sways…

Why hello there I didn’t see you arrive

Oh, yeah – everything is fine

And no- I don’t have the time

By the way have you met Troy, my new guy?

He’s got a dimple right there

And looks so good in his tie

So who’s your girl downways?

With the mocha moose blend?

The perfect everything

The one I called my best friend

You get all jumpy with that tail in your legs

But that was not the one thing

Next time, I hope that it stings

Because...

He mistreated

The girl he claimed that he needed

After all that fun and loving

Who could have saw a thing coming

To say I’m fine, now

Would just be a lie now

So can I sit here with you

And maybe talk like we're two?

I know that I’m crying

So this whole swindle is over

So we don't have to act now

Your hand can come off my shoulder

Troy, are you saying

to keep my eyes straight on you?

And stare deep into your face

Like we haven't got a clue

And is that your voice

Mustering up a laugh

A sound that kills sad in half

All for my desperate behalf

Now I am dreaming cuz

you're holding my hand

Said that your name's really Rob

and that you sing in a band

So you like classic rock

But what do I think?

And then you ask for my time

And now I’m hearts on the brink

Rob takes me softly to the

Swing of the floor

Through the glass of the clear doors

And I could ask for more.



© Copyright 2007 Wishdreamer89 (FictionPress ID:398293).


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