Hello new friend, my name is Fred.
The words you hear are in my head.
I say, I said my name is Fred,
and I've been... very naughty.
The story I'm about to tell,
I tell you, I will tell you well,
is of my dear love Barbara,
and just how I've been... naughty.
On a lovely Sunday morning my tired eyes beheld,
a girly girly, like girl, she smelled,
G-I-R-L, is what she spelled,
and that's how I spell... naughty.
Barbara, my love was named,
and her fair hair, a mane untamed,
until one evening, I'm ashamed,
I got a little... naughty.
The look upon my sweet love's face,
was beautiful, divine, as sweet as lace,
but in this particular case,
I was never more... naughty.
But then my landlords did resume,
to return me to my porcelain tomb,
and ferry to a private room,
your hero, ever doughty.
With love, Fred.
Originally posted by Röland
Hello new friend, my name is Fred.
The words you hear are in my head.
I say, I said my name is Fred,
and I've been... very naughty.The story I'm about to tell,
I tell you, I will tell you well,
is of my dear love Barbara,
and just how I've been... naughty.On a lovely Sunday morning my tired eyes beheld,
a girly girly, like girl, she smelled,
G-I-R-L, is what she spelled,
and that's how I spell... naughty.Barbara, my love was named,
and her fair hair, a mane untamed,
until one evening, I'm ashamed,
I got a little... naughty.The look upon my sweet love's face,
was beautiful, divine, as sweet as lace,
but in this particular case,
I was never more... naughty.But then my landlords did resume,
to return me to my porcelain tomb,
and ferry to a private room,
your hero, ever doughty.With love, Fred.
<3
Originally posted by Röland
Hello new friend, my name is Fred.
The words you hear are in my head.
I say, I said my name is Fred,
and I've been... very naughty.The story I'm about to tell,
I tell you, I will tell you well,
is of my dear love Barbara,
and just how I've been... naughty.On a lovely Sunday morning my tired eyes beheld,
a girly girly, like girl, she smelled,
G-I-R-L, is what she spelled,
and that's how I spell... naughty.Barbara, my love was named,
and her fair hair, a mane untamed,
until one evening, I'm ashamed,
I got a little... naughty.The look upon my sweet love's face,
was beautiful, divine, as sweet as lace,
but in this particular case,
I was never more... naughty.But then my landlords did resume,
to return me to my porcelain tomb,
and ferry to a private room,
your hero, ever doughty.With love, Fred.
God that guy creeped me out