We're not talking about my Thanksgiving.

[revieloutionne]

Instead, a meme!

Put your MP3 player on shuffle, and write down the first line of the first twenty songs. Post the poem that results. The first line of the twenty-first is the title.

Like a virgin with an urgin' in a surgery,
No one, I think, is in my tree.
Jojo was a man who thought he was an owner,
My lovey-dovey baby.

I call your name,
Something in the way she moves.
Mama thinks I'm living in a convent,
How to survive as a bride.

I should tell you, I should tell you,
Here I am in the place where I come let go.
It's not you, she says,
Oh, to be loved by a man with a goal.

Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup,
Can you take me back where I came from?
You're gonna lose that girl,
Rain falls, heart burns.

Rosemary,
Hare krishna, hare krishna.
Oh, dirty Maggie Mae,
Ah, Kansas City, gonna get my baby back home.

- When I Wake Up Early in the Morning