Let’s write a song about writing a song and as we’re writing, we’re writing it wrong We wrote words in places where they don’t belong Turns out we’ve been writing it right all along Let’s sing a song about singing a song and as we’re singing, we’re singing it wrong We sang words in places where they don’t belong Turns out we’ve been singing a sing-along song Let’s interpret a song about writing a song and as we interpret, we interpret it wrong We interpreted lyrics where they don't belong Turns out we’ve interpreted it right all along Let’s remember a song about writing a song and as we remember, we ‘member it wrong We placed some words where they don’t seem right Why do we remember it wrong when we write? Let’s forget the song about writing a song and as we’re forgetting, we’ve forgotten wrong We forgot the words, just not where they belong Turns out we forgot we did not all along Let’s love a song about writing a song and as we’re loving, we’re loving it wrong We loved words in places where they don’t belong Turns out we’ve been falling in love all along Let’s hate a song about writing a song and as we’re hating, we’re hating it wrong We hate words in places where they don’t belong Turns out we’ve been hating ourselves all along Let’s lose a song about writing a song and as we’re losing, we’re losing it wrong We lost all the places words did not belong Turns out we’ve been losing our minds all along Let’s find a song about writing a song and as we’re finding, we’re finding it wrong We found words in places where they don’t belong Turns out we’ve been finding out right all along Let’s hum a song hmm... Let’s end a song about writing a song and as we’re ending, we’ve ended it wrong We ended in places words did not belong Turns out we’ve ended up right all along Let’s rewrite a song about writing a song and as we’re rewriting, rewriting it wrong Rewrote words in places where they don’t belong Turns out we’ve re-write-ed it right all along

I don’t like suits and ties, but I detest when you scrutinize I don’t like wearing pants, but I despise the endless surveillance I don’t like horseradish sauce, but I can’t bear another loss I don’t like Canada geese, but I hate that our love was only a lease I unlike you Try, unlike you Bye. Unlike you Cry, unlike you I unlike you Try, unlike you Bye. Unlike you Cry, unlike you I don’t like playing cards, but I abhor your disregards I don’t like milk in tea, but I can’t stand when you lie to me I don’t like being wrong, but I’m averse to another breakup song I don’t like to misconstrue, but I object to the thought of you I unlike you Try, unlike you Bye. Unlike you Cry, unlike you I unlike you Try, unlike you Bye. Unlike you Cry, unlike you I don’t like to water ski, but I’ve had enough of your inadequacy I don’t like taking the stairs, but I’m so sick of our toxic affairs I don’t like popular art, but I can’t stomach one more broken heart I don’t like living on the second floor, but I don’t care about you anymore I unlike you Try, unlike you Bye. Unlike you Cry, unlike you I unlike you Try, unlike you Bye. Unlike you Cry, unlike you Why unlike you? *sigh* I liked you…

Not that I’m uninspired or virtuosically inept or find the need to mind and heed a typical precept Not that I’m apathetic or aesthetically naive but I’ve my major reasons why I picked this very key It’s resonant and practical It’s pleasant and it’s free My mother always said to write Another song in G Facilitating fingerings for tonic, doms, and subs Transcendently pure, incidentally fewer flounders, flops, and flubs Generating general pitch centrality but I’m partial to marshal through this sol tonality It’s PC and reliable It’s ABCDE-Z! Don’t bother to sharpen or to harp on ‘nother song in G Beyond a simple tune with sympathetic overtones It’s something free’ng, accompan’ng fundamental open drones Beyond how I was shaped and regardless how I bowed All the while I’ll beguile fiddling a lá mode It’s humankind and whimsical Defined by frequency Big Brother knows when I compose Another song in G Though limited by volume and harmonic progression Mistaken gates awaken sakes of temperamental regression Though limited by voicings and oral tessitura Enlight’ning rings from untight’ning strings I’ve found my scordatura It’s redundant and repetitive Abundant and carefree Others say to stay away from ‘nother song in G Words I adore we’ll sing once more Another song in G A verse so nice we’ll sing it twice Another song in G A verse so nice we’ll sing it thrice Another song in G Comes with a price, four will suffice Another song in G

Behind the scenes or shown on screens, in tails or in a smock Divinely dressed but a devilish pest to whomever you cleverly mock Eh, What’s up doc? Your loony routines and mischievous means in true colors so fluid and runny However askew, I’m still drawn into hue My stinka’, My honey, My dearest Bugs Bunny Down rabbit holes or on tender strolls twixt non-binarities Your Creator conjoints my contrapoints to your merry melodies No more hairloss remedies! No “grab-it” goals or gender roles or bigoted boffola Yet you drag me along; what could go wrong? By kink o’ Crayola I’ll be your Lola My stinka’, My honey, My dearest Bugs Bunny Your comic strips shoot hops and skips throughout my fainted-heart With classical allusions and Rabbit-Duck illusions Eluding the eyes from the start You’re a timeless work of art! From episodic hair snips to periodic hare clips Always pictured pretty, punny From: Barbaric Imbicility, To: Barber of Civility, My stinka’, My honey, My dearest Bugs Bunny My stinka’, My honey, My dearest Bugs Bunny

Some are in it for the money Sometimes for stage or the show But I’m slowly getting ready To get settled or to go One, Two! Some are in it for the gold Sometimes for a second place But I’m scouting for a team With no ranking in our race Some are in it for the ships? Sometimes by scholars or for war But I’m missing the relation With on and far from shore Some are in it for donations Sometimes just for brand on art But I’m all about the organs Your eyes, ears, hand ’n’ heart A romantic sponsor What would that even be? An Avant-Guardian Angel A Patron Saint of Me A romantic sponsor Definitely maybe A total catch-22 Re: I’m Baby Some are in it for the wealth Sometimes for treasures and/or riches But I’m down a couple cents Because pleasures before pitches Five, One! Some are in it for the pizza Sometimes just for sauce or dough But I’m for cheesy sentiments And pairings, quid pro quo Some are in it for the sugar Sometimes just a cup to mooch But I’m on and off to bum a pinch But always up to smooch Some are in it for higher power Sometimes for just in-kind means But I’m for a higher purpose At least a motive for my scenes My romantic sponsor Who could they even be? My Avant-Guardian Angel The Patron Saint of Me My romantic sponsor Definitely maybe A total catch-22 Re: I’m Baby Our romantic sponsor Who could they even be? Our Avant-Guardian Angel The Patron Saint of We Our romantic sponsor Definitely maybe Sum total: Catch-22 Re: Are Baby