(JB sucking with a beard at a piano)


For the second time in my life, someone has written a song for me. Instead of pathetic loser singing about me walking through a meadow (hello, had he ever met me before?), this song was written by superfriend extraordinaire, Ms. E. I. Written not in love (but where did that get me?) but in hate, I think. It's the most beautiful thing I've ever read.

(To be sung to the tune of "You're Beautiful" by James Blunt)

You're e-evil

You're e-evil

You're e-evil, it's true

I saw your face

In a pentagram

And I don't know what to do

To escape your black voodoo.

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