my_man They Might Be Giants My Man Muscles from hand to foot Completely coated in Uninterrupted skin My Man Signals command the leg To follow orders coming down from headquarters Why, then, Am I in bed? I guess My Man's Fallen out with my head May I direct your attention to the following simile: You're like the coasts of an ocean Buried beneath is a submarine cable Connecting the opposite shores that surround it My Man How can he stand? Your fingers could encircle Clear around the ankle My Man Won't walk again In conflict with express instructions given by the brain Why can't The message be sent? I guess My Man's Fallen out with my head When something happens to drag on the floor of the ocean, for instance, an anchor or mooring, The cable can be disrupted and even be severed Which halts the transmission across it There is no way To repair the break My Man Muscles from hand to foot Completely coated in Uninterrupted skin My Man Signals command the leg To follow orders coming down from headquarters My Man How can he stand? My Man Muscles from hand to foot Completely coated in Uninterrupted skin My Man Won't walk again... 011028 ... girl_jane I don't have a man. I don't have a guy. I don't even have a boy. The closest thing I've got is...well...I guess nothing comes close to having a man... 021127 ... megan im sorry girl jane.. but he will come, i promise.. just give it some time.. 021128 ... girl_jane thanks :) 021128 ... mey my man my man.....i wish i could say he was my man. 021223 what's it to you? who go blather from