Smooth Criminal
This is my first songfic (my first fic, really), so please R&R!
~Initial C
P.S. I don't own Cowboy Bebop, or AAF, so don't bother trying to sue me!
As she came in through the front door,
You thought she was a cheap whore
She put her stuff in a compartment,
She saw some ash-stains on the carpet
He was smoking at the table,
She could see he was unable
So he ran into his bedroom
He tried to hide then
It was his doom.
Spikey, you Ok? You Ok?
You Ok, Spikey?
Spikey, you Ok? You Ok?
You Ok, Spikey?
Spikey, you Ok? You Ok?
You Ok, Spikey?
Spikey, you Ok? You Ok?
You Ok, Spikey?
Spikey, are you Ok?
Won't you tell us that you Ok?
There's a sign on the front door
That she f***ed you
like a cheap whore Spikey
She put her stuff in the compartment
She saw ash-stains on the carpet
Then you ran onto your bedroom
You tried to hide then
It was your doom.
Spikey, you Ok? You Ok?
You Ok, Spikey?
Spikey, you Ok? You Ok?
You Ok, Spikey?
Spikey, you Ok? You Ok?
You Ok, Spikey?
You've been hit by
You've been struck by
A Faye Valentine
So she came into the hallway
It was Sunday
What a black day/I could see your gross erection
Sounding heartbeats
Intimidations
Spikey, you Ok? You Ok?
You Ok, Spikey?
Spikey, you Ok? You Ok?
You Ok, Spikey?
Spikey, you Ok? You Ok?
You Ok, Spikey?
Spikey, you Ok? You Ok?
You Ok, Spikey?
Spikey, are you Ok?
Won't you tell us that you Ok?
There's a sign on the front door
That she f***ed you
like a cheap whore Spikey
She put her stuff in the compartment
She saw ash-stains on the carpet
Then you ran onto your bedroom
You tried to hide then
It was your doom.
Spikey, you Ok? You Ok?
You Ok, Spikey
You've been hit by
You've been struck by
A Faye Valentine
Spikey, are you Ok?
Won't you tell us that you Ok?
There's a sign on the front door
That she f***ed you
like a cheap whore Spikey
She put her stuff in the compartment
She saw ash-stains on the carpet
Then you ran onto your bedroom
You tried to hide then
It was your doom.
Spikey, you Ok? You Ok?
You Ok, Spikey?
Spikey, you Ok? You Ok?
You Ok, Spikey?
Spikey, you Ok? You Ok?
You Ok, Spikey?
Spikey, you Ok? You Ok?
You Ok, Spikey?
The End!
A/N (9/8/03): Yea, yea I know no one wants to read this now, but I couldn't really leave it behind until I fixed it.
This is my first songfic (my first fic, really), so please R&R!
~Initial C
P.S. I don't own Cowboy Bebop, or AAF, so don't bother trying to sue me!
As she came in through the front door,
You thought she was a cheap whore
She put her stuff in a compartment,
She saw some ash-stains on the carpet
He was smoking at the table,
She could see he was unable
So he ran into his bedroom
He tried to hide then
It was his doom.
Spikey, you Ok? You Ok?
You Ok, Spikey?
Spikey, you Ok? You Ok?
You Ok, Spikey?
Spikey, you Ok? You Ok?
You Ok, Spikey?
Spikey, you Ok? You Ok?
You Ok, Spikey?
Spikey, are you Ok?
Won't you tell us that you Ok?
There's a sign on the front door
That she f***ed you
like a cheap whore Spikey
She put her stuff in the compartment
She saw ash-stains on the carpet
Then you ran onto your bedroom
You tried to hide then
It was your doom.
Spikey, you Ok? You Ok?
You Ok, Spikey?
Spikey, you Ok? You Ok?
You Ok, Spikey?
Spikey, you Ok? You Ok?
You Ok, Spikey?
You've been hit by
You've been struck by
A Faye Valentine
So she came into the hallway
It was Sunday
What a black day/I could see your gross erection
Sounding heartbeats
Intimidations
Spikey, you Ok? You Ok?
You Ok, Spikey?
Spikey, you Ok? You Ok?
You Ok, Spikey?
Spikey, you Ok? You Ok?
You Ok, Spikey?
Spikey, you Ok? You Ok?
You Ok, Spikey?
Spikey, are you Ok?
Won't you tell us that you Ok?
There's a sign on the front door
That she f***ed you
like a cheap whore Spikey
She put her stuff in the compartment
She saw ash-stains on the carpet
Then you ran onto your bedroom
You tried to hide then
It was your doom.
Spikey, you Ok? You Ok?
You Ok, Spikey
You've been hit by
You've been struck by
A Faye Valentine
Spikey, are you Ok?
Won't you tell us that you Ok?
There's a sign on the front door
That she f***ed you
like a cheap whore Spikey
She put her stuff in the compartment
She saw ash-stains on the carpet
Then you ran onto your bedroom
You tried to hide then
It was your doom.
Spikey, you Ok? You Ok?
You Ok, Spikey?
Spikey, you Ok? You Ok?
You Ok, Spikey?
Spikey, you Ok? You Ok?
You Ok, Spikey?
Spikey, you Ok? You Ok?
You Ok, Spikey?
The End!
A/N (9/8/03): Yea, yea I know no one wants to read this now, but I couldn't really leave it behind until I fixed it.