The gorge of my soul
There’s a gorge in my soul
So deep it can’t be seen on top
I try to fill it with deny
But a person can’t live like that for long
The gorge of my soul can only be filled with your love
There’s a scrape in the plan
You’re not close and so ain’t me
The gorge in my soul is so deep
I never think it will be cured
I just have to accept there never be me and you
Give me mercy
Give me mercy because my heart goes topsy-turvy
I didn’t know it would turn this way
You got that something that I can’t describe
Your smile and your lovely eyes gives me butterflies
Give me mercy and I quit cold turkey
But it’s too late and I feel a little perky
There are many fish in the sea but I just want to flee
Give me mercy and I promise I kneel
I think you do it on purpose to make me wordless
But you can’t get me because I’m already at your mercy
Mushroom ick
Mushrooms here mushrooms there, why must they be everywhere?
Mushrooms on a pizza, mushrooms in a salad, why stick it anywhere?
One taste was enough and now I feel the mushroom ick
I don’t eat it so don’t make me and if you add it, I take it away
Mushroom is not the only food I don’t like but that is the worst
If I see mushroom on the menu, it makes me ick
Give any food I like and put mushroom, it will make me sick
Nothing will make me eat them, even if the world ended
Don’t feel offended, mushrooms just makes me ick
In my world 