I always thought this song was a perfect for a spoof. I tried converting it to a spoof on the effects of Cradle Snatching illustrated through an Algebra-style problem.Original LyricsIt was the third of juneOn that summer's dayWell i became a manAt the hands of a girlAlmost twice my ageAnd she came to meJust like a morning sunAnd it wasn't so muchHer words as suchAs the way they were sungIt was the way they were sungDesireeOh, DesireeThere i was foundBy the sweet passion soundOf your loving songTime was right, the night was longRemember, DesireeOh, DesireeSomehow i knewI could only have you'til the morning lightIf only for that single nightSweet Desiree, you make it rightThen came the fourth of juneOn that sleepless nightWell i tossed and I turnedWhile the thought of her burnedUp and down my mindFor she was there and goneWithout one regretBut she continues onLike the words of a songI could not forgetI could not forgetDesireeOh, DesireeThere i was foundBy the sweet passion soundOf your loving songTime was right, the night was longRemember, DesireeOh, DesireeAnd though somehow i knewI could only have youTill the morning lightThe night was long, the time was rightDo you remember Desiree

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