Inspired by The Lovers Triangle, by Leslie Fish and Mercedes Lackey
 
 

Joey:
Why, Pacey, why won't they let me choose you?
We're allowed to have sex, but can't say 'I love you'

Pacey:
Those cowards are frightened if we ever do
All the little Daisies will commit seppuku

Dawson:
Though nobody likes me I will win this fight
I'll suck up to the writers with all of my might
 

Joey:
That long hair and forehead just give me the creeps
Not to mention the troll face whenever he weeps

Pacey:
One single teardrop that's all that there is
To reducing all women to sighing in bliss

Dawson:
Pace, I can never be sexy like you
So whining's the only thing that I can do
 

Joey:
I can never go back now that I've tasted you

Pacey:
But I'm downward spiralling, what can I do?

Dawson:
Now here's my chance, here's sixty grand

Joey:
To buy back my love, wow, ain't that gesture grand

Pacey:
How can I ever be worthy of you?

Dawson:
It's about time you start seeing it too
 
 

Joey:
No way can D hold a candle to you
The length of your fingers should give them a clue

Pacey:
Ah, but to Daisies such things are taboo
To them sex is evil and I'm evil too

Dawson:
The reason they hate you's cos they'll always be
Bitter, uptight, whiny virgins like me
 
 

Together:
And you the writers we strongly implore
An end to this madness; we can take no more
Pacey is god, Dawson's a geek
Remember we hate him, drown him in his own creek
Your ratings will plummet if Jo chooses wrong
Cos P/J's the reason you've lasted *this* long