Clay Johnny: Part 3

In a paranoid struggle
I jumped off Michelle's rear,
I ran away bungle
convinced I was leer.

I was sick of the spinning,
but never had the courage to tell her.
So now I was rambling
and now I was wondering
the evil I'd been to her.


My clay was too dry,
and I was dying for water on my skin.
So I got sad and started to cry,
and tears revitalized me and washed away my sins!

Now I was changed and firm as concrete,
and I was sure of what I wanted.
Only one thing would make me complete!
But for her, I was now obsolete.
Looked away while I fainted.

(She could keep riding alone, and went back to France...)