Crimson Secrets
I hear people everyday, Villains have no hearts, that is what they say, They could not be more wrong; you listen to ME, And the truth is what you shall begin to see.
Take myself for example; I have it good, Hiding behind sweet smiles, an innocent little hood, Used to disguise myself, so that all YOU see, Is one red Caboose, guiltless CB.
Sweet little CB. I sigh as you can plainly see, What good is it to be considered sweet, When my true love has yet my love to greet?
I know it is foolish to feel how I do, Dinah only has eyes for Greaseball, and I know that is true, But still, my heart beats deep inside, Telling me it has time to bide.
People often ask why I'm not good, I tell you. I am SO misunderstood, Let me help you try to understand. Have you seen anyone offer me their hand?
Name one occurrence, one SINGLE time, When someone's rhythm has matched my rhyme, Or when the one I'm thinking of, Has ever tried to show me love?
From all these harsh, unjust things, My evil side has grown great wings, Letting my only pleasure come from pain, Until I learn how to love again.
I ask for no favors. pity? I expect none, I simply wanted for everyone To, just once, plainly see, What lies behind the mask of CB.
Written For: Aqua-chan I know you love your Caboose! ^_~
I hear people everyday, Villains have no hearts, that is what they say, They could not be more wrong; you listen to ME, And the truth is what you shall begin to see.
Take myself for example; I have it good, Hiding behind sweet smiles, an innocent little hood, Used to disguise myself, so that all YOU see, Is one red Caboose, guiltless CB.
Sweet little CB. I sigh as you can plainly see, What good is it to be considered sweet, When my true love has yet my love to greet?
I know it is foolish to feel how I do, Dinah only has eyes for Greaseball, and I know that is true, But still, my heart beats deep inside, Telling me it has time to bide.
People often ask why I'm not good, I tell you. I am SO misunderstood, Let me help you try to understand. Have you seen anyone offer me their hand?
Name one occurrence, one SINGLE time, When someone's rhythm has matched my rhyme, Or when the one I'm thinking of, Has ever tried to show me love?
From all these harsh, unjust things, My evil side has grown great wings, Letting my only pleasure come from pain, Until I learn how to love again.
I ask for no favors. pity? I expect none, I simply wanted for everyone To, just once, plainly see, What lies behind the mask of CB.
Written For: Aqua-chan I know you love your Caboose! ^_~