i cannot understand him anymore
he is not the gem i searched from the ore
what happened to change negatively
he used to be so lovely
my man is not the man i married.
he is not the honey i admired
my man has turned into a zombie
he has turned into a comby
he chased me like the hunter
at my doorstep he stood with feet asunder
the path to the stream he frequently did stroll
he made me on the ground draw and droll
my man gave me sleepless nights
never did we have continuous fights
my man has turned into a zombie
he has turned into a comby
we could lie down and count all stars
together we always enjoyed and did spurs
many felt bad at our great union
my man on every part of me had dominion
my man has turned into a zombie
he has turned into a comby
thinking of him robbed my night's sleep
his photos I brought and frequently did peep
revision of his letters I did with intent
every word sparked emotions imminent
his name tickled my nerves
for him, i kept nothing in the reserves
my man has turned into a zombie
he has turned into a comby
now this man is a beast incarnate
mistresses he does change and different sizes alternate
am sure he brews diseases in his manhood
the girls know him naked in the neighborhood
his nerves crack easily like a whip
mostly his tongue lashes to trigger me to weep
my man has turned into a zombie
he has turned into a comby
my man has turned his love to the phone
the television screen he glues like a loon
my man hides his face in a gazette
he plays music so loud from a cassette
words like 'sweetie' and 'honey' have died on his lips
my Wonder is where our love did the slips
my man has turned into a zombie
he has turned into a comby
help me understand the truth
do i still have a man or am locked in a booth
my consciousness is in doubt
my mentality does a switching on and off bout
am defeated like a fallen hero
am falling from hero to zero
my man has turned into a zombie
he has turned into a comby
