Well,
there was a man,
lived in a shed,
Spent most of his days out of his head.
The shed was rotten,
let him rain,
Said it was enough to drive any man insane.
When it rained,
he felt so bad,
When it snowed, he
felt just simply sad.
Well,
there was a girl
who lived nearby,
Whenever he saw her, he could only simply sigh,
But she lived in a house so very big and grand,
For him it seemed like some very distant land.
So when he called her,
his shed to men,
She said,
I'm sorry,
you'll just have to find a friend.
Well, this story is not so brand new,
For the man is me, yes, and the girl is you.
So leave your house,
come into my shed,
Please stop my water from raining through
my head.
Please don't think
I'm not your sort,
You'll find that sheds are
nicer than you thought.