HA! And hear comes another Paul song fic, only . . . well, this one isn't serious.

Lol . . . I was pissing myself when I wrote this, please review!

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No one knows what it's like...
To be a mad man.
Leather clad man.
Behind blue eyes.

No one knows what it's like
To be hated
Then castrated
By the ghost I despise...

But my dreams, they aren't as boring
As my shifter...lessons are.
I see Suze, totally naked
While we're driving...
In my car.

No one knows what it's like
To feel these feelings
Like I do
Oooh aaah, THANK YOU!

No one knows how to say
That it won't work
Between the ghost jerk.
And my Susie-pie.

But my dreams, they aren't as boring
As my shifter...lessons are.
I see Suze, totally naked
While we're driving...
In my car.

No one regrets more than I
That Suze turned her feet
Into minced meat
All I can do is sigh.

No one knows what it's like
To get their nose punched
Nasal cartilage crunched
Every Friday night.

P

A

U

L

Say it. Don't spray it.

P

A

U

L

Say it. Don't spray it.

But my dreams, they aren't as boring
As my shifter...lessons are.
I see Suze, totally naked
While we're driving...
In my car.

No one knows what it's like...
To be the mad man.
Leather clad man.
Behind blue eyes.

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Love Lolly