I'm curious indeed,
As to what you all might need,
Be it madness, be it love,
Be it words from up above,
Yeah, you heard me,
Up there on the above me,
With the desks clattering 'round,
All that noise making a sound,
Diving each of us insane,
...Guess that's what's wrong with MY brain.
But I'm curious, so curious
As to what your worry is,
Won't you talk to me, chat with me,
Open up the door and be let in free?
I'm all ears, I promise,
Not eyes nor hands nor... creamy hummus?
Sorry ran out of rhyme,
I do that from time to time.
What you want to write I'll take not of,
"Just put 'er down right her luv'"
And I'll slap at you a slice of something,
What? Wouldn't it be better than nothing?
After all I am a giver,
A swimmer up the river,
Fighting back fish and a bear,
I took it too literally, I swear!
But that doesn't change the fact
That I want to know how you act,
How you think, how you dream,
How the world to you does seem!
I'll write you a poem, I'll write you a song,
I may even sing about you all the day long,
Just don't fine me for something,
Cause I don't go do... That's not appropriate for here...
So tell me what you like-a,
Tell me what you need,
Is she Mica?
Is he Reed?
Is it something inbetween?
I'd sure hope not cause that'd just be obscene.
But do please, go on, tell me what you want to hear!
I promise I'll write it for I'm nothing but truth and ears!
Unless, of course, you lie...
Then this thing might think to... croak?