When a woman gets the blues, she hangs her little head and cries
But when a man gets the blues, he grabs a train and rides
--Jimmie Rodgers, "Train Whistle Blues"
But when a man gets the blues, he grabs a train and rides
--Jimmie Rodgers, "Train Whistle Blues"
May left for Bombay the day
MCA passed away
(But she was a Wu-Tang woman
herself)
She changed lovers every week
but her sheets still smelled so sweet;
She changed lovers every week
but her sheets still smelled so sweet;
at least for the while she
made me smile
Though May had never feigned—
far too moral for that—
Jeff felt bereft the day May
left
and he cried for MCA,
but I knew it was for May
So I patted Jeff’s back,
So I patted Jeff’s back,
though I never knew his rack
‘till May came back in May
and, one more day, she took
me back