Man, I really did a woman wrong.
I think about it nearly about every day.
But when I think about what she did to me, you see.
I tend not to feel bad about it.
There's a woman that's fucking me.
And I'm happy to fuck her back.
But she keeps on calling me, bugging me.
When I don't have nothing left to give.
I've been observing your loving.
And your loving looks good to me.
Nobody else is coming here any time soon.
Why don't you give some of your loving to me?