"Don't Fear the Reaper" by Blue Oyster Cult has to be the strangest attempt to ask a girl out that has ever been composed.
Behold...
All our times have come
Here but now they're gone
Seasons don't fear the Reaper
Nor do the wind, the sun, or the rain
We can be like they are
Come on baby... don't fear the Reaper
Baby take my hand... don't fear the Reaper
We'll be able to fly... don't fear the Reaper
Baby, I'm your man...
You get what it's saying, right?
Here we are at the culmination of our lives
The past is in the past
Summer and winter aren't afraid of their transience
Weather patterns know they're only temporary
We can accept our passing like they do
Come on baby...don't be afraid to die
Just hold my hand...don't be afraid to die
Let's jump off this roof together...don't be afraid to die
I'm the last guy you'll ever be with
Yee...and may I say...ikes!
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