Roses are red.
Violets are blue,
God make me so handsome,
But what happen to you?
Hahaha... those were the days. Teenage life, carefree world, pop music, puppy love...... I am proud that we didn't do drugs. With metal music, we got high. Rock steady goes underground. Is there a 'function' tonight? Play that funky music, white boy! Paul Anka does not like to sleep alone. You wouldn't believe those funeral bands played Beautiful Sunday and One Way Ticket. Staying Alive at Black Velvet and Xanado with Dancing Queen. We had Saturday Night Fever instead of H1N1. Aaaahhhhh.... Freak Out! Halt and we are in the year 2009.
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I think of you in memories,
Do you think of me too?
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