Disclaimer: I dreamt I found Trowa in a cereal box once, but that's the closest I'll ever get to owning Gundam Wing... I could just eat him up.. (drooooool).



This is a parody of a song I don't own by Creed: "Six Feet From the Edge" or "One Last Breath". I'm not sure which, but it's about Trowa. By the way, I'm also insane, and so are the friends who helped me write this, so in a state of supreme hyper-ness, I bring you "Six feet from the Trowa (and drooling)."



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"Six feet from the Trowa"



Please come now I think I'm drooling

I'm faint with all that is his hotness

It seems that Cathy threw her last knife

I'm not trying to escape

I collapsed when I saw his bangs

And I'm down to one last breath

And if this feeling stays

Let me say:



Bring a mop

I'm six feet from the Trowa and I'm drooling

And maybe six feet

Is too far away



I'm looking up at the tightrope

Admiring his puffy pants

I thought I found there was too much gel

Somewhere in His bangs

I cried out 'you're a hottie!'

But I think I've lost my breath

And if this feeling stays

Let me say:



Bring a mop

I'm six feet from the Trowa and I'm drooling

And maybe six feet

Is too far away



One Green eye follows me

But I still believe there's one more underneath

So please take your mask off

'Cause I still believe there's a circus for you and me

For you and me

For you and me



Bring a mop

I'm six feet from the Trowa and I'm drooling

..drooling.

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Cathy: *faints from the hotness that is Trowa, holding up a 'KO' sign*

Becky: *is bringing a mop* Damn, I'm too late!