Love Songs

(written by Sarah:)

Produced extemporaneously, in bed, by Boy, and reproduced here for your listening [imagining] pleasure:

Wheeeeeeen aaaaaa
grating hits another at an oblique angle
that’s a moire!

Wheeeeeeen yooooou’re
eating sushi and you taste unagi
that’s a moray!

Wheeeeeeen yooooou’re
in Canada and they run out of ham
there’s no more, eh?