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Like a flower bed with blight Like a handshake with no right Never mentioned, never tried You need things I can't provide No, I never could quite Seem to jury rig my might Even through years gone by No one wants a man who whines What am I made of Of is hard to describe Someone out there knows it You'll ask & he'll reply Like the moon without sunshine Like surfing without the pine Even with unlimited time I would never make you mine No, I never could quite Control what would incite My clipping R Waves in their heights Or what reminds me of you. What a plight What am I made of 'Of' is hard to describe Someone out there knows it Can explain & tell you why What am I made of Of is hard to describe Forget that, all I know is I couldn't be the head of a wife I couldn't be the head of your life