Christy Lee

When I think of her, I think of us

And what we have together

Warm sand, warm days, you know

Our Xanadu, 100% perfect weather

It’s not that I’m infatuated with her kind, you see

On the contrary that lasted only a year

I now know her so well

I sense her when she’s near

She’s kind of like a missing piece

To some obscure machine

That flutters and sputters but doesn’t quite click

‘Til you give it some TLC

Tending Loving Christy!

Hey , that’s what she’s like

If only I could package her

I’d be set for life

But as I think, I realize

That wouldn’t be so great

To give her up, even an ounce

Would surely seal my fate

You see, we mesh with such finesse

That it would surely seem

A piece of her is a piece of us,

And so, a piece of me

By Rick, for Christy, July 1988