Finish the lyrics

Left on the battleground for one I called my friend (one I called my friend)

Maybe he loved me when he took me by the hand

And tried to understand....

He said, "Oh Mary, contrary, how does your garden grow? Come with me, and you'll be the seventh maid in a row"

My answer, was laughter. Soft as I lowered my head..

" You're too late, I'm afraid, this flower's already dead."

Choose a song for me to finish the lyrics!

rap god

Well I was only nineteen The war had only begun When I joined the army And I was too young to vote I was nineteen years old When they sent me to Vietnam But when I came home They gave me a medal For killing people in a foreign land That's how I got my nickname The crazy one in the gang I guess I was too young to understand That war is hell

i still remember the third of december me in ur sweater you said it looked betterkn me then you did you only if you knew how muxh i liked you as she walks by brighther then the blue skies shes got you hypnotised while i die why whousl you ever kiss me im not even half as pretty you gave me ur sweater its just polyester you knew it better I WISH I WAS HEATHER!

Elle: There! Right there! Look at that tanned well tended skin, look at the killer shape he's in. Look at that slightly stubbly chin Oh please he's gay, totally gay!

Callahan: I'm not about to celebrate, every trait could indicate a totally straight expatriate. This guy's not gay I say not gay.

Callahan, Elle, Warner, Vivienne, Brook and Enid: That is the elephant in the room. Well, is it relevant to assume, that a man who wears perfume is automatically, radically fae?

i drove all night to get to you

*Suddenly the door flies open and a man with messy hair and tired eyes runs in*

uh-

*finishes singing the song* was that good?