What we heard
Was not what he said, She said.
Nor was it what they said he said she said,
Nor what he said they said she said, okay?
It started as a whisper, a loving word between them,
A sweet little blossom
That turned into the biggest, ugliest tree with
Dark twisted roots
It’s not what he really said to her because then she would not be so upset
So I think what we heard was probably just someone’s own sick version of events.
What really happened was…
Look, you didn’t hear this from me.