He was a king ’til she laid waste
Now he can not fill up the space
And I just see him drifting
While he’s drifting
On bourbon alley
Feeling low
Just because she let
Him go
I don’t think he
Even knows
He’ll ever be fine
He’s got a head
Full of ideas
Let me tell ya that you
Wouldn’t believe
And he’s got a heart
Made of pure gold
And something else
Many tricks up his sleeve
You might think he’s a
Jester because he’ll
Make you laugh til’ you
Cry and what else
You better come with
Your best if you test him
Unless you’re ready
To die
Wonder woman ditched
Wonder man
That man’s not part of
Your wonder plan
Letter to the so called
Better bet on my man
Believe it you will
Find out baby
Damn