Oh, what's a girl to do, who will she bait tease or what have you
If the boy just picked up sticks and went.
He couldn't have liked what I said when I asked why do they call you Doc.
Are you a doc or one of those that I call quack..
Have you empathy for your patients or not.
That must have hit a soft spot, to be called a quack, a lot of them are, you know!
But that's what I call Dr's whether their quacks or not
Nothing to do with little brother, yet again baiting him
When I said he was just jealous..as he was being beastly to him
Now that he's gone, what's a girl to do!!
If he's going to take umbrage at my language..it was not meant that way.
I do not beat around the bush, I'll miss the boy I know
No one else to glance to admire, that wonderful wrack of his
Even without the six pack, he had brains you see,
And its never what one looks like,
It's what one has within, their hearts their souls
Each one of us are, unique, thank goodness I'd say,
For you'd not want two of me anyway.
Now am left with this brain of mine, that doesn't know when to quit
Need to see the quack, see if there's a cure for it
Or can one, be treated for imbecility
Ohh what is a girl to do, as one's bereft sad, that the boy decided to go!
Gone. Without even a goodbye..have a good life,
Don't forget to keep that wrack in good form.
Well well, are we feeling better..is the tantrum over and gone
It's nice to see you back, I missed you don't you know
So life goes on whether I bait him or not..
The boy with the beautiful wrack .
Says she with a smile...
By Connie James..
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