*nine months later.... Btw no one is dead harmed or nothing*
Willow: X! Naomi!
Naomi: oh shit waddup
X: what's up
Willow: can we go to the music room.. I have to show y'all something
X: Sure
*the three walk down the halls and enter the music room*
Naomi: What do you have to show us???
Willow: um well,...
X: It's a song, Naomi by you 10 bucks it's a song
Naomi: your on
Willow: sorry nay it's a song
X: YES!!!!! SUCK IT NAOMI PAY UP
Naomi: fuck you. Anyways who's the song for
Willow: paeka...
X: well go up there and play it
*willow walks upstage grabs a chair her guitar and adjusts the mic*
Am I allowed to look at her like that?
Could it be wrong, when she's just so nice to look at?
And she smells like lemongrass and sleep
She tastes like apple juice and peach
You would find her in a polaroid picture
And she means everything to me
I'd never tell
No I'd never say a word
And oh it aches
But it feels oddly good to hurt
She smells like lemongrass and sleep
She tastes like apple juice and peach
You would find her in a polaroid picture
And she means everything to me
And I'll be okay
Admiring from afar
Cause even when she's next to me
We could not be more far apart
Cause she tastes like birthday cake and storytime and fall
But to her
I taste of nothing at all
Cause she smells like lemongrass and sleep
She tastes like apple juice and peach
You would find her in a polaroid picture
And she means everything to me
Willow: So yeah!
Naomi: ok hold hold hold since when have you been good at writing songs
X: That was amazing
Willow: thanks X and I don't know nay
Naomi: well it's so fucking ADORABLE
