My college girlfriends

Muddy Waters took my girlfriend along with him on tour.
He came to Ann Arbor for a gig. When he left she went with him.
I thought she was crazy to go along, but I wasn't invited.

A silent mystic took another one for his
disciple, sex partner, and fundraiser.
I thought she was crazy, too, but again I wasn't asked.

Patti hanged herself from a pipe in the basement apartment
Of her lover, the Weatherman. I always thought he was full of himself, but
it wasn't me he chose. Men don't like me much.

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