I"ve got my broomstick, baby
I"ve got my paperback novel
I"m gonna lay right here
And i ain"t gonna grovel
What"s the use of lying
I won"t believe you
What"s the use of crying
It won"t relieve you
I"ve got my broomstick
I"ve got my paperback novel
I"m gonna lay right here right now
And i ain"t gonna grovel