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1, 2,
1, 2, 3
I got a woman with plenty of money.
She got the money, and 
I got the honey.
Called my baby late last night.
She told me, Daddy, everything was alright.
She got the money, and I got the honey.
I used to think,
Consider gravity.
If I placed you on a pedestal,
You'd slip and fall from me.
But you floated on the air,
Far away and light speed.
I guess some objects do defy,
the laws that we concieve.
And now all I do is sit,
In my darkened room,
And on occasion break my silence,
To howl at the moon.
To curse every nerve and neuron in my brain,
that won't stop the pain from feeling,
And let me stop thinking.
Stop thinking of you.
