Kate, she had such dark eyes
I could get lost between her thighs
Her chest I would feel
I'd get erect from the firmness of that giant left breast

Things she did
What she said
The way that she cooked broccoli
Leather bras, pissing in spas
It's these things that made her my Kate
But I killed her

Oh, oh now my Kate, my Kate is dead
She has past on
She was hit by my schlong while we were watching Cheech and Chong

Now I feel so alone
I've resorted to cheap pleasures
Sex phone lines, prostitutes
But they don't have that left breast that my Kate had

What if I'd zipped up
Not used the pump and tried to hump her?
She'd still be alive and I'd have someone to wash my skidmarked underwear

Now when I throw the cat into the swimming pool
Who's gonna cheer me on?
And when I watch Star Trek to stare at Uhura's shapely ass
Who's gonna stare with me?

It seems so long ago
Time doesn't fly when your wife dies
Now, three days have passed
I'll soon forget the times we shared when we were wed

Such a face
When she masturbates
Some of my fondest memories
When she'd sing Gregorian chants
And pull down her pants in the mall parking lot
It hurts so
I miss her... my Kate