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Me In The Middle
Paul T. Murphy
You're the man that lives in my attic,
And I'm afraid of you.
You have a habit of banging on the plumbing,
It entertains you.
You went on a date with my sister,
When she lived in my basement.
There was me in the middle.
There was me in the middle.
I feel so awkward telling you this.
If you can find a way to cool it,
The girls might like you more.
If all at once you changed your whole self,
You might give yourself a chance.
Of course, if the girls were blind and deaf,
You'd stand a chance then too.
There was me in the middle.
There was me in the middle.
I feel so awkward telling you this.
Meet in the middle
Submitted by matthew@barnson.org on Thu, 04/21/2005 - 12:02pm.
Ahh, unfortunately, the title of your post has caused the song "Meet in the Middle" to get stuck in my head...
I start walking your way
You start walking mine
And we'll meet in the middle
'neath that old Georgia pine
We gain a lot of ground
When we both give a little
Ain't no road too long
If we meet in the middle.
Well, at least it beats having Neil Diamond's Song Sung Blue stuck in my head.
catchy tune
Submitted by Paul on Thu, 04/21/2005 - 12:11pm.
Well, if you can think of a catchy tune to my words, feel free to get that stuck in your head. 
Ahh, poetry
There was young gal from Madras
Who had a remarkable ass
Not rounded and pink
(As YOU probably think!)
But was gray, had long ears, and ate grass.