THB #496: I Won't Write...

I won’t write… don’t ask me.
I won’t write, don't ask me
I won't write, reader for you
My brain won't let my hands do things that they should do

You know what, we’re near Oscar
You know what, ads for Oscar
And you know what they do for me
But I'm like a salesman who has nothing to say
I feel so absolutely wordless today

When I write, you're charming and content-al
’specially when I write stuff that is mental
But instead of passion I feel gentle
No news possessing, I'm not digressing
And that's why…

I won't write, why should I?
I won't write, how could I?
I won't write, merci beaucoup
I hope my ad-ver-tis-ers you’ll give a chance
But if I can’t come up with words, I won't dance.