Row, row, row your boat.

The world is a joke

Your standing on a boat

I hope it tips over

It would if I sat with you

I’m fat with an F, you know

The boat will tip over, yo

I’ll make sandwiches and bring cookies

If the boat starts to sink

I’ll eat all our food

If that won’t work

You can chew off my leg

I can’t walk anyway, don’t you know?

The weight is too much

The gate is unlocked

I still can’t fit through

You wanna meet me later

But i’m not convinced without food

An addiction, no

i carry snacks in my pockets for protection

its like my weapon

for my very own protection

if love is real

you’d take me aboard

and let us sink together under-water

nemo, nemo, where are you?

Posted: 3:57 p.m. EST September 20, 2005 by irmaris fernandez