His maryanne?

I remember those eyes that looked at me so deep
And those gentle words that would always put me to sleep
I remember your embrace that carried me far beyond the clouds
God you were such a stud,
You were my renaissance man and I, your Maryanne.
Each tear that drop means so much
As it rolls down my face I come to my senses
That warm gentle touch, damn I miss it so much
My heart is melting the memories away
so I can forget the day that you called me Renee
it was than that I remember walking out the door
maybe I was expecting just a little bit more
next time you decide to turn your back on me
don't bother asking if I agree
cause I'm already gone walking out that door
have fun with your little friend
what was her name?
oh yah .....
wh***.

-E. Roush