Much Love
I'll stay up all night writing this song
I'd better grab a snicker's, 'cause this might be long.
So sit tight and stop your fussing
'Cause I'm gonna start, so here goes nothing.
Roses are red, violets are blue
Sugar is sweet, and so are you.
The roses have wilted, the violets are dead
He sugar bowls empty, and so is your head.
Don't you think that you're being too lovey?
Personally, I think your head is too stuffy.
So quit all your whining, 'cause you've had too much potion
But I'll help you out, and put this plan in motion!
Guess what? Your friends have all died.
I'll give you their bodies, baked in a pie.
Once, I'd ate some moldy old poo
But I'd do it again before I'll love you.
So now my songs over. But you're still a duck
But remember this, kids: Love still sucks.