I’m losing my head over you.
Just what am I gonna do
praying the mantis rag?
I’m losing my head over you.
Gonna get bled over you,
doing that dance of death.
Time to say adieu.
Gone are the years shed
for my heirs over you.
Who said dread?
Thought that you knew,
was too good to be true.
Dead, giving a head,
going ahead, over you.
Unequal to the task,
we need to review.
Was fun in the chase.
Unaware of affairs.
Thought we were mates.
Why must you ask
how many tears
I’ve shed over you?
Too close an embrace
in that marital bed
to view signs of your designs
I misread over you.
Just in case, I would ask,
“Any volunteers
to take my place?”
What a drag doing
the praying mantis rag.
[I’m so over you.]
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