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I could make an easy joke to get you laughing.
Something about a cat and them
the word pussy being used ambiguously.
I could tell a sad story to get you crying.
Like how I had a single mother
who started selling handmade yo-yos
to support her only child.
I could tell you an interesting fact to get you nodding,
Like how carpets were first made in the hopes that all of the world’s grass
would one day be replaced by carpets, or, as they called
them, "comfy grass."
I could tell you a scary story to get your teeth chattering,
Something about a really old man, sitting in a squeaky
rocking chair, pointing at you.
What are you in the mood for?
The Flirt was written by Bo Burnham.
Bo Burnham released The Flirt on Tue Oct 01 2013.