Post by I Am Agent Z on May 13, 2009 6:53:26 GMT -5
I was walking my way to New York, had my detective stuff on my back.
When a stranger pulled up beside me, in a Limo black cadillac
He was dressed in blue jeans and white shirt, looked tired and owl eyed.
Said "It's a long walk to the City of heaviest crimes, would you like a ride, son?"
Well I climbed up in the front seat, and the driver turned on the radio,
and there were hard old songs coming out of them speakers some solid rockin' gold.
Then I noticed the stranger was ghost white pale when he asked me if I... had anything with sugar or perhaps a light.... and I knew there was something strange about this ride.
He said "Boy, can you make people cry when you look 'em in the eye, have you paid your dues can you moan the blues and make it seem like there's nothing to make you die?" he said 'Boy can you make people feel what you hide but feel inside? Because if you're Famous detective bound, lemme warn you: it's a long, hard ride..."
Well he drove me north-east to New York, then he turned the car around, and said "This is where you get off, boy, because I'm going back to colorado." I climbed out of the car and I said "Sir, many thanks." He smirked and said "You don't have to call me sir, Z, The whole world calls me L.
He said "Boy, can you make people cry when you look 'em in the eye, have you paid your dues can you moan the blues and make it seem like there's nothing to make you die?" he said 'Boy can you make people feel what you hide but feel inside? Because if you're Famous detective bound, lemme warn you: it's a long, hard ride..." Well, if you're Famous detective bound, lemme warn you: it's a long, hard ride... and I never found out how he got my name.... just be careful, when you play along with his game.
When a stranger pulled up beside me, in a Limo black cadillac
He was dressed in blue jeans and white shirt, looked tired and owl eyed.
Said "It's a long walk to the City of heaviest crimes, would you like a ride, son?"
Well I climbed up in the front seat, and the driver turned on the radio,
and there were hard old songs coming out of them speakers some solid rockin' gold.
Then I noticed the stranger was ghost white pale when he asked me if I... had anything with sugar or perhaps a light.... and I knew there was something strange about this ride.
He said "Boy, can you make people cry when you look 'em in the eye, have you paid your dues can you moan the blues and make it seem like there's nothing to make you die?" he said 'Boy can you make people feel what you hide but feel inside? Because if you're Famous detective bound, lemme warn you: it's a long, hard ride..."
Well he drove me north-east to New York, then he turned the car around, and said "This is where you get off, boy, because I'm going back to colorado." I climbed out of the car and I said "Sir, many thanks." He smirked and said "You don't have to call me sir, Z, The whole world calls me L.
He said "Boy, can you make people cry when you look 'em in the eye, have you paid your dues can you moan the blues and make it seem like there's nothing to make you die?" he said 'Boy can you make people feel what you hide but feel inside? Because if you're Famous detective bound, lemme warn you: it's a long, hard ride..." Well, if you're Famous detective bound, lemme warn you: it's a long, hard ride... and I never found out how he got my name.... just be careful, when you play along with his game.
