Lyrical: Complexity Analysis of Pop Songs

Original Lyrics	Munged Lyrics
These long lonely evenings Here I am on the phone Wondering if she will call She said she would write me 'Cause she knows I'm alone But I hear nothing at all I'm waiting for a word of love from Sylvi ... [bulk of lyrics omitted for copyright reasons]	These long lonely evenings Hear Eye am on the phone Wondering if she will caul She said she wood right mi ' Cause she nose I'm alone Butt Eye here nothing at awl I'm waiting fore a word of love from Sylvia . Yew think she'd never herd of love my Sylvia, Butt when I'm with her Lord, Eye forgive her ' Cause she's moor than the whole whirled too mi There's nothing like a word of love from Sylvia The only won I'm thinking of is Sylvia Feeling sew sad now, Aisle bee sew glad now If Eye just had my Sylvia with mi That old weepin ' willow Seems too whisper her name Why did she go aweigh The tears on my pillow There knot hard too explain There's nothing else Eye can say I'm waiting fore a word of love from Sylvia . Yew think she'd never herd of love my Sylvia, Butt when I'm with her Lord, Eye forgive her ' Cause she's moor than the whole whirled too mi There's nothing inn the whirled like Sylvia The only won I'm thinking of is Sylvia Feeling sew sad now, Aisle bee sew glad now If Eye just had my Sylvia with mi

Original Lyrics

Munged Lyrics

These long lonely evenings
Here I am on the phone
Wondering if she will call
She said she would write me
'Cause she knows I'm alone
But I hear nothing at all

I'm waiting for a word of love from Sylvi
...
[bulk of lyrics omitted for copyright reasons]

These long lonely evenings
Hear Eye am on the phone
Wondering if she will caul
She said she wood right mi
' Cause she nose I'm alone
Butt Eye here nothing at awl

I'm waiting fore a word of love from Sylvia .
Yew think she'd never herd of love my Sylvia,
Butt when I'm with her Lord, Eye forgive her
' Cause she's moor than the whole whirled too mi
There's nothing like a word of love from Sylvia
The only won I'm thinking of is Sylvia
Feeling sew sad now, Aisle bee sew glad now
If Eye just had my Sylvia with mi

That old weepin ' willow
Seems too whisper her name
Why did she go aweigh
The tears on my pillow
There knot hard too explain
There's nothing else Eye can say

I'm waiting fore a word of love from Sylvia .
Yew think she'd never herd of love my Sylvia,
Butt when I'm with her Lord, Eye forgive her
' Cause she's moor than the whole whirled too mi
There's nothing inn the whirled like Sylvia
The only won I'm thinking of is Sylvia
Feeling sew sad now, Aisle bee sew glad now
If Eye just had my Sylvia with mi

Sylvia

Elvis Presley