Legs like yours
I’ll never find a girl
With legs like yours
And I hope I never do
For they are perfect in my eyes
And the memory that is you
Really Jesus?
I signed up for this Jesus thing
And now I wonder why
While she can have her passion fling
I stay at home and cry
Even if I meet the girl
Who gives my heart a burst
I’ll be stuck up on this tilt-o-whirl
Turning off my thirst
Being good is such a pain
Why did He take my oath
Now my erection stands in vain
Not useful for us both
You talk to much
So much said
It’s like a curse
So much to be endured
It is silence that I crave
But you disburse
More talk of the absurd
Some women may like
A tongue on fire
Not me it burns me so
Can’t you stop to build the pyre
And let my senses go
I will miss of you
All the things that drove me mad
I will miss of you
The tea bags in the empty cup
The cookie papers looking up
I will miss of you
The unmade bed
The crusts of bread
I will miss of you
The purses flung across the floor
With shoes a scatter door to door
I will miss of you
All that once did drive me mad
For them all back I would be glad
I will miss of you