Story Behind the Song
I wrote this song when I lived in Australia. It took about a week to record.
Lyrics
A conversation, lay still in bed,
There are people talking inside my head.
The dawn is yawning,
I know its true,
That voice inside my head is you.
They call you lady,
Wish I could,
Hormonal cries for mayday,
Misunderstood,
But I should know my name is mud,
I have a sex appeal just like Elma Fud,
A cartoon Stud.
Should be arrested, locked in a zoo,
For thinking some of the things I do.
In animation,
a looney toon,
I'm falling for this crude cartoon.
The weeks to come now, sustain this night.
Is this a lesson or is this just spite?
A beast or best friend, it's there to stay,
You can't run from your own DNA.
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