My Henchman, My Minion, My Stooge
He was my henchman, my minion, my stooge, and we both liked it that way.
But then he moved away with a new girlfriend, and became her henchman,
Leaving me to fend for myself.
And after all I had taught him.
He was perfect, just the way he was.
Getting my coffee exactly right,
Five creams, two sweeteners and
A dollop of cocoa
Yes, he was perfect just the way he was
How could I get him back?
What could I do?
How could I trick him back?
What could I say?
“You are perfect just the way you are,” I told him on the phone. “And I miss you so much.”
My coffee has never tasted better.
My rugs have never been vacuumed so well.
My meat and potatoes are cooked to perfection.
My henchman, my minion, my stooge, is back.
Life is grand!
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