Because Of
Because of a few songsWherein I spoke of their mysteryWomen have beenExceptionally kind to my old age
They make a secret placeIn their busy livesAnd they take me there
They become nakedIn their different waysAnd they say, "Look at me, LeonardLook at me one last time"
Then they bend over the bedAnd cover me upLike a baby that is shivering