"Tom, Please Move Another Day" song
By Bobby Gupta
This is my parody of the Cardigan's song "Lovefool."
Play the song and sing along.
Hey, I fear we're facing a problem
I'm out of the move, I know and
maybe there is nothing that I can do
to make you do
Barb tells me I shouldn't bother
That I ought to stick to our plans
But man that surely kills me
Because I want to help you move
So I cry and I pray and I beg
Help me help me
Say that you'll help me
Test me test me
Go on and test me
Just say that you need me
I don't care 'bout anything but the move
So, I cry and I beg for you to
Help me help me
Say that you'll help me
Test me test me
Go on and test me
Just say that you need me
I don't care 'bout anything but the move
Lately I have desperately pondered
Spent my hours awake and I wonder
What I could have done in another way
To make the move another day
Reason will not lead to solution
I will end up lost in confusion
I do care if you really don't
As long as don't move next weekend
So I cry, I pray, and I beg
Help me help me
Say that you'll help me
Test me test me
Go on and test me
Just say that you need me
I don't care 'bout anything but the move
So I cry and I beg for you to
Help me help me
Say that you'll help me
Test me test me
Go on and test me
Just say that you need me
I don't care 'bout anything but the move
Help me, help me (say that you help me)
Test me, test me (go on and test me)
Need me, need me (I know that you need me)
I don't care 'bout anything but the moveeeeeeee.
About the Creator
Bobby Gupta
I like creating/writing science fiction and fantasy stories such as this one I dreamed about last night. I walked through the residential community and discovered an outside elevator. It was cylindrical and could only hold two people.
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