he used me everyday
his favorite electric soul
power he did know
distance I did go...
abuse always did follow
one day he found me
drained, rusted,
& out of juice
our magnetic force
had finally come loose
he cried frantically
desperately fixing me up
with man made tools
It was simply to late
a dead lover was his fate
lucky he
able to revive me
with little life left
I vibrated with long pauses
I had to return with proper causes
told my boy, I'm no toy
now kiss my achy breaky heart
only then will I begin again,
only then will our love restart!