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Woodstock, why do you torture me?

Haunt my dreams when I am asleep?

Call me in the wee hours of the morning?

Get into my soul so deep?



Woodstock, you know I miss you

When you are gone, I am gone too.

Going a day without hearing your voice

Makes me long for you.



Woodstock, I love your mysteriousness,

But when will you come out of hiding?

I do not want to play any more games with you.

I look forward to the day of our first meeting.



Woodstock, how did you get my number?

For you know all about me and I, none about you.

You made me fall in love with a ghost I do not know

Should I even believe that any of this is true?



Woodstock, I find your voice extremely soothing

Oh how I'd probably melt in your arms.

Please let me know why you remain faceless.

Do you think I'd do you harm?



Woodstock, why must you be so cruel to me?

Leave me hanging onto your every word?

You weigh me down like an anchor.

Now I am a cement-feathered bird.