Margret was laughing on the outside when she heard Mordecai's song that he sang when he butt dailed her, but inside she was creeped out. The truth was, she had sang a song about him, too.
Driving to work, Margret felt bored with the usual rock radio station that she listened to on her way to and back from work, and decided she was going to sing a song of her own. With one wing on the wheel, she reached her other one over to turn off her radio and began to sing her own song.
Buying cofee
Mordecai looks so good
Like I knew he would
Telling bad jokes
Making smoke
Signals go off in my heart
Oh, Mordecai
Can't you see
What your future with me
Will be
She cut the radio back on, not able to think of a rhyme. She wrote the song lyrics down in her notebook, and she was now thankful she wrote her cheesy song lyrics down. When she got home, she was going to do something Mordecai would never know about.
When she got home, she fingered through the paper in her notebook and uncapped her favorite ballpoint pen. She had memorized the lyrics to Mordecai's song on the way home, and then she did something that no one would ever know about except herself. Not Eileen, not Rigby, and most importantly, not Mordecai. Only herself. When she found the page with the lyrics, she wrote Mordecai's lyrics underneath it. She smiled, closed the notebook, capped the pen and went to sleep.