Missy

(the submitted version is just about perfect, but I thought a few people might appreciate the punctuation from the booklet)

I told her once, "Get thee behind me."

"Cover up, Missy, for the love of God. I can't not look, I can't not look, and I can't do a thing about what I saw, though I wish I could, I wish I could."

She told me once, "Sit down beside me."

I told her twice, "Get thee behind me."

"Strip down, Missy, it's eleven AM, I'm gonna wake up soon, gonna wake up soon. I bet you say that to all of the dreaming men That get lucky with you, get lucky with you."

She told me once, "Lay down beside me." And I lay down beside her

Too real, too quick, too close to home, too much to take to task alone and not have just a little taste. Too hot, too sweet, too bad, too late.

I told her three times, "Get thee behind me."

"Float away, Missy, like a wisp of smoke that I could've inhaled, maybe could've inhaled, and I'll sing your praises everywhere I go, 'Such a pretty girl, such a beautiful girl.'"

She told me once, "You won't forget me," and I won't forget her.