The Lament of Bob Consciousness

The Lament of Bob Consciousness When I was fourteen When I was fourteen I wanted a breathing girl, any girl. But when I had got one SHE was too virtuous for fun I wanted another girl, any girl. When I was fourteen When I was twenty-one. When I was twenty-one. I wanted a passionate girl, any girl. But it was an awful scene, cause SHE was a drama queen. I wanted another girl, any girl. When I was twenty-one. When I was twenty-five. When I was twenty-five. I wanted a stable girl, any girl. But it was a strained adoring, cause SHE was dull and boring. I wanted another girl, any girl. When I was twenty-five. When I was thirty-two. When I was thirty-two. I wanted a thrilling girl, any girl. But SHE was too impetuous, and SHE was so directionless I wanted another girl, any girl. When I was thirty-two. When I was thirty-five. When I was thirty-five. I wanted an ambitious girl, any girl. But SHE was too concerned. And took all that I had earned. I wanted another girl, any girl. When I was thirty-five. Now I am forty-two. Now I am forty-two. I want a breathing woman, But not just ANY woman.