Easy 10. Can you write a few song lyrics or a poem about photographs?

I need a song line for a song I wrote.

Easy 10. Can you write a few song lyrics or a poem about photographs?
I'm Turning Japanese





I've got your picture of me and you


You wrote "I love you" I love you too


I sit there staring and there's nothing else to do


Oh it's in color


Your hair is brown


Your eyes are hazel


And soft as clouds


I often kiss you when there's no one else around





I've got your picture, I've got your picture


I'd like a million of you over myself


I asked the doctor to take your picture


So I can look at you from inside as well


You've got me turning up and turning down


and turning in and turning 'round





I'm turning Japanese


I think I'm turning Japanese


I really think so


Turning Japanese


I think I'm turning Japanese


I really think so


I'm turning Japanese


I think I'm turning Japanese


I really think so


Turning Japanese


I think I'm turning Japanese


I really think so





I've got your picture, I've got your picture


I'd like a million of you over myself


I asked the doctor to take your picture


So I can look at you from inside as well


You've got me turning up and turning down


and turning in and turning 'round





I'm turning Japanese


I think I'm turning Japanese


I really think so


Turning Japanese


I think I'm turning Japanese


I really think so


I'm turning Japanese


I think I'm turning Japanese


I really think so


Turning Japanese


I think I'm turning Japanese


I really think so





No sex, no drugs, no wine, no women


No fun, no sin, no you, no wonder it's dark


Everyone around me is a total stranger


Everyone avoids me like a psyched lone-ranger


Everyone





That's why I'm turning Japanese


I think I'm turning Japanese


I really think so


Turning Japanese


I think I'm turning Japanese


I really think so


I'm turning Japanese


I think I'm turning Japanese


I really think so


Turning Japanese


I think I'm turning Japanese


I really think so...
Reply:He's ugly, he's snot


Nothing he's got


He's rude, he's crude


A girly dude


I hate his guts


He hangs with nuts


An old old thief


He'll cause you grief


He ain't no comet


Makes me vomit!
Reply:I got his picture from his site


Long ago but he's still a fright.


He dressed all down to his skin.


Can't forget that thing of sin.


Go away you creepy old perv.


I think he's got one helluva nerve.


He called himself a sexy man of God.


I sent him the picture for a laugh .


When I ran across that ugly photograph.


I know he mailed one to you


What a rotten thing to do.
Reply:A sweet thing like you


Who goes to church, too.


I'd like you to meet my grandson.


The two of you would have some fun.
Reply:You are so very very pretty.


Your love I don't have -- such a pity.


Please call me when you have the time.


I hope you like this little rhyme.
Reply:I got this old photograph,


However, no autograph.


It wasn't sought.


It wasn't bought.


Its of an old man.


I saw it and ran.


His body looked like crud,


Like a turtle in mud.


He's quite the fool,


If he thinks anyone will drool.
Reply:You say my picture is scary.


Go eat a berry.


Why should I frown.


Hell, I'm a clown.


If you make fun of my foot,


I'll kick you in the butt.
Reply:I'm in love with you on Monday


I'm in love with you on Tuesday


I'm in love with you on Wednesday





What after Wednesday?...oh I know.





I'm in love with you on Thursday.


I'm in love with you on Friday.





I'm in love with you on Saturday.


I'm in love with you on Sunday.





My , lets go get tater soup!
Reply:His nose is a hook


He ain't go no money


He's just a crook


Who can't get the honey.
Reply:Pretty eyes, pretty smile


Can you stay with me awhile?


You're a lady so fine


I hope one day that you'll be mine
Reply:Did you give that guy a quarter


To call someone who cared.


Bet he never used it.


Miserly one there.
Reply:You don't give much context. If you've already written the song, you must need a particular rhythm, at the least. Have you written any of the other words yet?





If you at least set out the rhythm (e.g /../../, slashes being stressed and dots being unstressed), I can try to write something.
Reply:Let his old hate rot in his soul.


In your life he has no role.


You finally woke up and saw he's a fake.


He'll blog to another about false traits.
Reply:Photographs





Pictures of Life


Which touch our senses.


Triggers our memories


Like the enjoyment of roses.





It captures the beauty


Of all we encounter


Creating a frame for what we have fostered.