The magazine headline screamed “Get your body back!”
I ain’t got no boddeee?
When did it leave? Why didn’t someone tell me?
Where did it go? Did it leave a forwarding address?
Is it having fun? Is it drinking Pina Coladas? Getting caught in the rain?
Is it into yoga?
Will it send me a ticket for its destination?
I’ve been patient, I’ve been good
Tried to keep my hands on the table, but I ain’t got no boddee!
Let me hear my body talk!
Sorry… I’ve lost my head – breaking up is so hard to do.
It’s just that I never knew it was missing.
[Apologies to songwriters everywhere].