Yes this one's new,
Yea this one's in lieu
Of my old self,
Oh! I lost it yet again,
It was on the shelf,
Where I kept my keg,
Not a macabre,
I would say,
Though it's pockmarked,
In various ways,
Not exactly covered with taffeta,
But I too am no less,
In being a tactician,
to find my way,
Through the seasons,
But I won't say,
I regret loosing it,
For it was stolen by some,
real risk,
But to be precise,
I would say,
She's the one who had her way,
She's the one who had me said,
Yes you stole my heart,
yes you did,
It started beating,
The moment it,
Saw you,
Felt you,
touched you,
and,
You being shameless,
just went away,
left me wondering
As I lay,
Yes she did steal my heart,
From me,
After all,
It's a She for Me.