you are the hottest summer day
it is your tie that makes you sweat in May
They say it is too hot in here
But for me it’s moderate
You said you love William Blake
But that’s too hard for me to understand
And you could sing me a serenade
But you could never love me back.
His brows spread like hawked in Sierra
His eyes streams like river
He glows like sun in Arizona
Sorry for my poor metaphor
What if I could write for you
The sweetest poems you’ve ever read
It won’t make any big difference
Sorry for my sad attempt
Now that you have made up your mind
You tell me that I’m unteachable
And I could recite you William Blake
But you could never love me back
May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 9:29 AM UTC
you are the hottest summer day
it is your tie that makes you sweat in May
They say it is too hot in here
But for me it’s moderate
You said you love William Blake
But that’s too hard for me to understand
And you could sing me a serenade
But you could never love me back.
His brows spread like hawked in Sierra
His eyes streams like river
He glows like sun in Arizona
Sorry for my poor metaphor
What if I could write for you
The sweetest poems you’ve ever read
It won’t make any big difference
Sorry for my sad attempt
Now that you have made up your mind
You tell me that I’m unteachable
And I could recite you William Blake
But you could never love me back
This is my parody version of All my Little Words by The Magnetic Fields
