Anthony, from Lansing, or
should I say Arizona? I
pray these words will reach you soon when
I grow some conjones, ’cause
you deserve a true statement even if
you won’t pound the pavement, but I
just cannot stop thinking of
little ol’ you. Hey
Anthony, my glancing, turns
into creepy eyes. There’s
singing and there’s dancing for the
fear I try to hide, ’cause
you deserve the title, not some
strange Ohio psycho, but I
need to thank and praise the way that
you pulled me through.
Yes, I’m a big ol’ mess,
walking on by in dingy dress.
Yes, I define my stress,
frettin’ on each way to impress
you, my favorite nerd,
brainiest song I’ve ever heard; it’s
you, dear Anthony,
in your own world, no words to reach.