When jogging replaces your sex life
And you were grogged in the space of your next wife
While saving the space for your next wife
Who is saving your space for the next life
And then your love affair becomes the lesson
That you could have learned the last time around
Afraid you stare at Fred Astaire lessons
Because all of the good dancers are leaving town
He put the fake on, she put the brake on
Make no mistake Son, Who’s got the make on
Like a Mother of Atlantis, Hey now is she Boss
Like some Lady Preying Mantis don’t bow she’ll take your head off.
My topics apathy, Myopic Apathy!
Apathy Kathy, Why Are you so Unhappy
You used to be my lover, my Sister, my Rappy
You thought it would get back to your pappy!
