Closer to Her

If you tell me who she is I'll work night and day And you won't even have to pay me Okay. Once a month If you work If you slave If you cry for me Then I'll give you a clue Once a month If you clean If you haul If you die for me Then the clue will be true Once a month It could be what she thinks What she loves Where she lives What she drinks What she hopes And all you have to do Is pull the ropes Closer to her I'll get you closer to her You only need to be My devotee because I'll tell you where she was born Or if she plays the French horn Then you'll be closer Than you ever was First clue: She likes dancing. Dancing! Closer to her You're one step closer to her I'm not afraid to stoop To scooping poop because He'll stoop for poop! You'll learn what perfume she wears Or what she says in her prayers And be much closer than I ever was Mr. Calloway, it's time. For what? My clue! About the girl I'm gonna marry. If you got a clue, you wouldn't get married at all. Back to work! Days into weeks Into months into years Into clue after clue after clue She likes blue! Seasons go by in the blink of an eye But the dream doesn't seem To come true Barbecue! Year after year With the hope I would hear Something kind Something fresh Something new- Mr. Calloway, it's been three years! Kid! There's other fish in the seas! But I'm already hooked. Why do you insist on keeping her name a secret? Secrets are the backbone of society Everybody ought to have a few I believe in secrets And I'll keep mine for awhile They keep me a success They make you work for less But I'm a man of my word. Your girl- she's going to college. Closer to her One textbook closer to her And time is flying by I've paid his price, I should go Still, there's one thing I don't know... Hell. Her name is Sandra Templeton. She goes to Auburn University. Thank you, Mr. Calloway. Thank you! Like a cannon ball Soon to be a human comet above Like a cannon ball Circling a constellation of love Filling up the heavens Making waters part Aiming straight for His beloved's welcoming heart Boom! Closer it's true There's not much more he can do The years gone by will seem A kind of dreamy blur And when at Auburn he lands He'll do what Fortune demands When finally closer than closer to- Oof!