Dick Don't Know

James Michael Taylor

Still struggling with this one…
Maybe not possible to make this work in a country song…MY DICK DON’T KNOW SHE’S GONE

1. She’s been gone for three years now. Three years since she walked out
   Friends and folks I work with ask me what it’s all about
   Tho I can’t find an answer as the days drag on and on
   My heart is damned near petrified, but my dick don’t know she’s gone

If it weren’t for masturbation this would be a dangerous place
Without my imagination and the memory of her face
And the thot of her sweet body comforts long before the dawn
My heart cries out for Peggy, but my dick don’t know she’s gone

CHORUS 1

I would give a hundred dollars to a girl I saw last night
For an hour of her attention just bathing in her light
But, I just take, for memory’s sake. a picture and move on
I take it home and when I’m alone, my dick don’t know she’s gone.

2. Sometimes I wonder why the feeling seems so close, so real
   Like I could reach and touch her, the way I used to feel
   That sense of satisfaction and the strength to carry on
   Now I understand that I’m just a man and my dick don’t know she’s gone.

My dick don’t even notice, as if to say, “Relax, we’re fine.
Don’t ask, ‘France or California?’ Just enjoy the wine.”
So, I don’t go getting picky. I let the memories linger on
So my future’s past. It could not last but my dick don’t know she’s gone.

CHORUS 2

I can fluff my pillow. Pretend to sleep in her embrace
Wake up in the morning, finding not a trace
But it doesn’t stop the feeling deep down in my bones
My heart’s too smart. It feels the dart but my dick don’t know she’s gone.

3. My dick don’t even miss her, he hasn’t missed a beat
   He’s not the smartest Richard that hangs out on my street
   But then how could he notice, you see, he’s blind and deaf and dumb
   Ever since my stroke, it ain’t no joke, my dick don’t know she’s gone

If it weren’t for masturbation this world would be on fire
If you say you haven’t tried it I say you are a liar
So, let’s stop the flagellation, the threat of devil’s spawn
And accept the truth, that I’ve lost you, but my dick don’t know you’re gone.

© 2013 Royal T Music