Peter Comarmond

Peter Comarmond

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Miss Construed

Written By: Pierre Comarmond

Week one had no fun
Week two, Just the same week.

Couldn't believe the noise upstairs,
It must have been her.
She only moved in a weekend ago.

Loving her was the wrong thing to do
I hope I don't get misconstrued.

Week Five, What a a dive
Week six made me feel sick.

Couldn't believe the noise upstairs,
It must have been her.
She only moved in a weekend ago.

Loving her was the wrong thing to do
I hope I don't get misconstrued.

Week ten I'm all spent
Dirty bedsheets I resent.

Couldn't believe the noise upstairs,
It must have been her.
She only moved in a weekend ago.

Loving her was the wrong thing to do
I hope I don't get misconstrued.

Sixteenth week, I feel weak
Seventeen, my imagination obscene.

Couldn't believe the noise upstairs,
It must have been her.
She only moved in a weekend ago.

Loving her was the wrong thing to do
I hope I don't get misconstrued.

Hole

Written By: Pierre Comarmond

You treated me like dirt,
Up you skirt you little flirt

You were so bad
that I had to go and tell your dad

Where is you attitude Miss Rude
And you sacrificed our love

You were so nice
Till you turned into a bucket of ice

Where is you attitude Miss Rude
And you sacrificed our love

Mary why are you bugging at leisure's repent
So, you want to marry,
Never say Die
The girls around you are so cruel
They might think to saying a lie
And suppose, they want to hurt you
But Mary, Never say die

Where is you attitude Miss Rude
And you sacrificed our...