I heard you, my pussy willow … I heard you last night.
I heard you last night, in your bedtime sweat …
You got home late from work, and turned on the “personal massager” …
You thought about our time in Splunkton, and how I ungudoolated your boovula …
I heard YOU harlot woman …
When you spoke your sour words into the phone and broke my heart into pieces …
I heard you when you got that restraining order, and I sort of didn’t hear you … you know what I mean?
But I stay there, in the woods by the river, not far from where you live baby … and I’m waiting.
Waiting for love.