Woman, oh my wonderful Magnolia woman,
see how you make me cry.
As I lie on your feet,
waiting for you reply.
I long for the kick,
as much as I long for your lick.
I long for your caress,
all the slaps you gave me under duress.
I lay helpless even now,
Shapeless, spineless, ready to be molded like a lump of clay.
Give me a form again,
Let me be something again, let me play.
But I know you are gone forever,
never will I hear from you again.
I shall remain as I am today,
A dead vegetable, a helpless swain.