My Idiotic Napper

The Tale of My Idiotic Napper Lover
- A Ballad

It began on a hot summer's noon:
I was the most spontaneous film editor around,
He was the most idiotic napper.

He was my lover,
My idiotic lover,
My napper.

We used to turn so well together,
Back then.
We wanted to look together, around the world,
We wanted it all.

But one noon, one hot noon,
We decided to look too much.
Together we kiss a stranger.
It was smoky, so smoky.

From that moment our relationship changed.
He grew so crazed.

And then it happened:

Oh no! Oh no!

He beat it a car.
Alas, a car!
My lover beat it a car.
It was dangerous, so dangerous.

The next day I thought my nose had broken,
I thought my eyes had burst into flames,
(But I was actually overreacting a little.)

But still, he is in my thoughts.
I think about how it all changed that noon,
That hot summer's noon.

My eyes... ouch!
When I think of that idiotic napper,
That idiotic napper and me.