A Lyrical Poem

A lyrical poem. The first line of ten songs put together.

My Mamma called, seen you on TV

She aint got no money

Rain, rain go away, come again another day

Why is everybody hating on us lately?

I hope she makes you smile

All along it was a fever

Now it's been long enough to talk about it

On the floors of Tokyo

I saw you dancing in a crowded room

Hate to give the satisfaction asking how your doing now.