Saturday, May 24, 2014

F.Y.I.

F.Y.I. - Written by Carroll Bryant



For your information I read the daily news
For your information sometimes I'm confused
For your information I believe I'm God
For your information what I am I'm not

For your information I hide things with my face
For your information I come from outer-space
For your information I can solve world peace
For your information I have an inner beast 

For your information I don't believe in drugs (just love)
For your information this hole I'm in I dug
For your information I can be so sweet
For your information my thoughts can be so mean

Why, oh why, oh my, would you think the way you do?
Why, oh why, oh my, would you think I'm not like you?

For your information I watch it on T.V.
For your information I'm not really me
For your information when I'm strong I'm weak
For your information with closed eyes I peek

For your information I can be a fool
For your information I can be so cool
For your information I can see in time
For your information I own a wicked mind

Why, oh why, oh my, would you think the way you do?
Why, oh why, oh my, would you think I'm not like you?

For your information I can't get enough
For your information I'm in lust with touch
For your information I really like it rough
For your information ... well, okay, so I like love, sue me

It happened again and I'm not surprised

Dibba-dabba-dibba-doo, that's all folks!



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