Fly Me to the Moon
Hello, McFly?
Can I fly with you,
ride with you
on your skateboard,
or in you Delorian
to the Moon?
Can we go soon?
'Cause I can't take this anymore.
No, I'm out the door,
but my bags hit the floor and I am stuck here,
glued here
I can't move away from here
my fear
is real
and I don't like the feel
of real...
So, fly me to the moon,
In your Delorian
Soon.
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