Typing Times

4/6/2014

These are typing times But love I find Across land and sea With a push of a key I can fly Yet wonder why You are not mine In these typing times

It was a different type Back before the hype

A girl like you to see Back when love was free Before the age of Papyrus Was there ever a chance for us?

The types, they are a changing Voices rearranging

Roman and Ransom Am I handsome? In all my words You’re beautiful girl

These are the types that try men’s souls Chiller, html code

Scary and horrific lines Rejected and denied While others say forget her To link U and I together

But of course typing is everything Try with such Calligraphy

I call you pretty and nice Won’t be like all those guys Don’t you understand? My love’s not Jokerman

A type for everything But not for you and me

Give me millions of perfect words From me, unworthy of you girl With these hands, this face, this time I can’t seem to make you mine

These are typing times But love I find Across land and sea A and Z Yet wonder why You type “goodbye” You’re not mine In these typing times