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
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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
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
Writer: Jiles Beaver
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid