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[Mar. 1st, 2003|11:46 pm] |
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| | Jean Genie in my head | ] | I have written my first ever filk, which is under the cut, to the tune of Jean Genie.
Remus Lupin snuck down into Hogsmeade Sat in the Broomsticks in glittery lipstick Drank vodka and cola, and dreamed of one older Talked to Rosmerta and thought of another. Hogsmeade's a go-go and yet he was lonely. Poor little Remus.
Remus Lupin lives on his back Remus Lupin loves Sirius Black When they go dancing, he screams and he bawls Remus Lupin, let yourself go!
Built like a man but wears glitter and make-up He loves him, he loves him, when will he wake up? Skye says he's blind, and Remus *does* mind He says he's his best friend, but why won't the pain end? Yes, Siri cares for him, but Remus adores him. Poor little Remus.
CHORUS
He's too distracted, he can't sleep in the night He waits for someday when *he'll* see the light Wants to be loved, wants to be loved
CHORUS (repeat)
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Comments: | Teehee! I love it! *giggle*
Darling! I love it! *hugshugshugs*!!
Built like a man but wears glitter and make-up He loves him, he loves him, when will he wake up?
<3!! *grins*
Yeah, I was particularly proud of that bit... | |