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"I Love Bree Sharp (Remix)"
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Rex Songs' Remixes by Rex Songs
It's Saturday night;
I sit pensive in this booth
Music fills my ears
from this disquieting muse
I hear a cheap and evil girl
In this expensive righteous world
I see myself under this spell
in which my life's been hurled
And I know...
There is a rush on that song from her CD
I got a crush on the singer they call Bree
Bree Sharp with the brown eyes
Her remarks epitomize
I write and I wonder
Which spell I am under
Her beauty and splendor
Or lyrical blender?
Her rhymes have a reason
And I'm also smitten
My friends all tell me,
"Dude, you know she's out of your league,"
But she fills my cup and I drink her teaze
I taste her lexicon in sips
Guzzling down words
from her Gina Gershon lips
Watching MTV all day
"Cause her video I want to see
Where's she's naked, painted like Ol' Glory
The singer they call Bree
You cannot tell me
That she's another Christina or Britney
Angelic yet sneery,
she writes her own lyrics
Hell, she's twenty-three!
The singer they call Bree
Why won't you love me?
Ooooooooo....
My letter is done
and I'm ready to send her a sweet e-mail
I want to try with Bree
'cause I've failed with every other female
Shaking my head like a buffoon
Her posters adorn my room
Frantically I search E-bay
for an elusive twelfth tune
And I pray...
The woman they call Bree
Might understand me
Though it's a parody
It might just become thee
Death of Duchovny
In that clever intricate mind
I push him by and hope she'll find
All along the man who's been
writing soul-mate poetry
For the woman they call Bree
Why won't you love me?
Why don't you love me?
Or at least think of me
Yeah...
I'll be waiting...
On route 38...
