A Winner Needs a Wand

Like it's killing me It's kidding me around This bite, You bit on me You put on me a gown That fits me like a quarter door That hits me like a sound It's like You shut on me Or shouldn't be around Like the fennel seed The funny gene You found I like the man-o-weeds The man-o-wars abound That fits me like a quarter door That hits me like a sound I might just win a war A matador around There's still nothing I can say to change My news for You There's still nothing You can do to exchange My dues to You Like You fit on me To bit on me a bound This life that's shut on me That shouldn't be the grounds To emulate an epicene To elevate a sound This life, a winner needs A winner needs a wand Never want to blame You Bound You, blame me Never want the blame You bound Never want to blame You Bound me, blame You Never want the fame You found And where's the same And where's the strong And where's the guard And where's the one who tries to make You?