I, Corey Crowley, SCAD's only Buddhist monk, am in love.
Her hair is the color of strained peaches
Her eyes are red and green,
She swears every 20 seconds,
to her friends that I've never seen.
She belches, she farts,
She smokes a lot of weed,
she's slept with 83 different guys,
and isn't afraid to admit the deed.
So who is this girl that's stolen my heart
and would put my monkhood to shame.
Actually, I have no idea.
She drunkenly passed out before I could get her name.
by Corey Crowley at Savannah
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The real lyrics are finally released
Owner of a Lonely Heart and Smooth Criminal, violin style. Classic music just got more classical.