The guy who sang a song to me,

He was the only one who was really happy.

I tried to understand,

What was in his hand.

It looked like a piece of paper,

Yet I think it’s supposed to be a flower.

He looked into my eyes,

I couldn’t help but start to cry.

His voice was terrible,

I mean it’s just plain horrible.

I wanted him to stop.

I wanted to say shut up.

Finally he left me at peace,

If not I would’ve called the police.