Saturday, June 6, 2009

We had to write a blues song in English... This was mine.

The Hatin’ Blues

Being hated is not a funny thing

It doesn’t really want to make you sing

To be hated by the right person ain’t so bad

At least I ain’t hated so bad by my dad

He was my best friend now he is more trouble than two

All he wants to do is throw me a piece of poo

I’ll tell you why he hates me so much in this little rhyme

He got with my girl so I broke up their “you’re mine”

Now he walks down the street alone as alone can be

It isn’t a wonder why he really hates me

Everyday he says he will commit suicide

He keeps on walking, guess he couldn’t find the time and lied


Cause he hates me… It’s his little rule

Yes he hates me… for stealing back my jewel

He hates me… Well life ain’t fair

I hope he don’t come at me with a folding chair!

:) hehehe

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