Danny Boy
When I was only eighteen,
I met a boy name Danny.
He took me to a stream,
And we talked and talked about Fetty (Wap).
He was only twenty-one,
And went to a school called UW Madison.
Oh, and he supported Trump,
That was bad, just my luck.
Oh Danny boy,
Was I just your little toy?
Probably, but I don't care.
Probably, but I dont care.
Then time flew and you turned twenty-three.
I was only maybe twenty.
Oh how I missed you,
Oh you wouldn't even know.
Oh Danny boy,
Was I just your little toy?
Probably, but I don't care.
Probably, but I dont care.
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