Current mood:	accomplished
Entry tags:	filk, gratuitious song lyrics

A few days ago I had the thought "What could make Dolly Parton's 'Jolene' more uncomfortable as a conversation than it already is?" Tonight I finished writing my answer in filk form.

Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene,
I'm begging you, don't try to take my man.
Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene,
If you only want him because you can.

His eyes are soft and dark and wide,
And he'd look lovely by your side,
But lovers are not just there to be seen.

And though your hair is bright and red,
He's not a notch upon your bed,
And we are not competing here, Jolene.

We've shared the dreams we had of you,
And made our minds up what to do,
If you would like to join us here, Jolene.

But you won't get to hold him tight
And watch his dark eyes flash so bright
Unless you learn to share with me, Jolene.

Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene,
I've seen you trying to seduce my man.
Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene,
He doesn't want to cheat, if that's your plan.

The thought of it is quite absurd,
We're poly and we want a third,
And you could be the one for us, Jolene.

There's no need for all this fuss
If you'll sit down and talk with us
And tell us what you'd like to do, Jolene.