CHARLES HEATHBAR: So, you see, we have the whole house to ourselves. (sees a guitar) Ooh, who left this here? (starts playing) Did I tell you I'm a bit of a songwriter? Words and music, hold the applause. I wrote this song for a woman. You

MARGE: Hmmm, what an odd thing for a man who's not interested in me to do

CHARLES: Yes, not interested. Let me just breathe your scent for a moment before I play. (inhales and exhales)
Lady, when you came to me
I was feeling blue
Blue just like your hair you see
Blue just like the moon
But only when the moon is blue
And not when it is cream
And now that you are here with me
I am in a dream

Oh yeah, Marge, your dreams can come true
Lady, when you go away
I feel like I could die
Not like "dye" like your hair is dyed
But die like Lady Di
And not like "Di" like her name is "Di,"
But die like when she died
(gulps, breathes)
But, lady, just like Lady Di
Be my princess tonight
(But don't die.)
Don't die, noooo...
MARGE: That song was very nice. How'd you think up so many rhyming words?