When I met you Tuesday,
You asked me could I wait
Then you came back Thursday
and you were Norman Bates
It really makes me wonder,
How you feel about your mother,
It really makes me nauseous
Like phlemn dripping in the gutter.
When I saw you Saturday
You looked at me and stared
Then you came by Sunday
When things got really weird
You told me that you wondered,
How I felt about the thunder
That the sunshine was blocking
Those clouds he had been stalking
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