Oh, my precious little G.U.I.
I love the way you do me...

Confederate wildcats crawling in mud.
Sons of liberty opposing the union...

I can feel love.
It fills the void...

A pal so sweet.
A buddy so dear...

I am a open book of magic most sour.
I am the tome of shadows you scour...

Ghosts at night and shadows by day.
Reflected images come into the play...

In the circle there is no end.
We always just begin, again...

Oh, great of spirit of love that protects
the mentally insane, widows and insects...

She was real short, fat and chubby
and she reminded of a Teletubby...

How can you even think I didn't care?
Didn't I give you natural human hair...

We were shadow dancers on the wall
and we were together we stood tall...

Eyes that follow me across the room.
Eyes that have such sorrow and gloom...