I had some rewiring
after you'd gone.
Now all my lovins
are three-ways.
I haven't switched
from your memory though,
don't you short out now,
I'm the same old John.
Love me like electric love light
and I'll glow
with filamentescent glee.
Or stay dark and unreachable
there in France
and go two in outhouses
or manholes.
No one can say
I don't know how to turn you off.
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