Post by David Nelson Bradsher on Sept 25, 2009 14:48:29 GMT -5
Musically Declined
The old song started, grainy and obscure,
A prime example of the kind of tune
I used to find when life and love was pure
On a deep-heated Southern afternoon.
It was the New Wave decade. Metal, too,
But I had secretly admired Manilow
And stupidly admitted it to you.
Would I repeat that past disclosure? No.
I’d sing Def Leppard. Surely Photograph
Wouldn’t create the same derisive snort
that had resulted from my social gaffe.
That level of disdain has no retort.
A lesson, fellas. When she gets you randy,
Don’t let her in your head. God damn you, Mandy.
The old song started, grainy and obscure,
A prime example of the kind of tune
I used to find when life and love was pure
On a deep-heated Southern afternoon.
It was the New Wave decade. Metal, too,
But I had secretly admired Manilow
And stupidly admitted it to you.
Would I repeat that past disclosure? No.
I’d sing Def Leppard. Surely Photograph
Wouldn’t create the same derisive snort
that had resulted from my social gaffe.
That level of disdain has no retort.
A lesson, fellas. When she gets you randy,
Don’t let her in your head. God damn you, Mandy.
