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Like a flower bed with blight

Like a handshake with no right

Never mentioned, never tried

You need things I can't provide

No, I never could quite

Seem to jury rig my might

Even through years gone by

No one wants a man who whines

What am I made of

Of is hard to describe

Someone out there knows it

You'll ask & he'll reply

Like the moon without sunshine

Like surfing without the pine

Even with unlimited time

I would never make you mine

No, I never could quite

Control what would incite

My clipping R Waves in their heights

Or what reminds me of you. What a plight

What am I made of

'Of' is hard to describe

Someone out there knows it

Can explain & tell you why

What am I made of

Of is hard to describe

Forget that, all I know is

I couldn't be the head of a wife

I couldn't be the head of your life