Random considering the topic lately, but writing it anyway. Yesterday after spending another full day with Mistress, after the course of the day in which I think she called me some variation of weird/weirdo/crazy/psycho/insane at least 7 times...I proceeded to write a song for myself. It only works if someone is singing it TO me:
(To the tune of You're So Vain)
You're insane
You know that this song is about you
You're insane(You're insane)
I bet you know this song is about you, don't you, don't you?
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