She writes, she fights but she doesn’t understand.
She feels, she kneels but she doesn’t comprehend.
She cries, she lies and she does reprimand.
Her feminine grace seeks a man, a man, a man.
It is not about her sex. It is about her ex.
The reminiscence burns her soul,
Her soul seeks a soul like a moll.
All she wants is a man, a man, a man.
Of her spoken word and deed, many a men fell over
but she doesn’t give a heed.
She is different, her need.
She seeks a man. A man while she can.
Dedicated in the loving memory of Roy and Donna, their love and happiness.