My Mind Is Gone - ZZ Top

I have to go to my parole-boy

To remember just who I am One thing else I don’t enjoy is Forgetting her monogram

She electrifies my physical mass

She really turns me on My mind is gone

My mind is gone

She quite simply wrecks me She just tears me apart

She screws me up and skewers me She made it quite an art

She guts me like a hollow-point

She really turns me on My mind is gone

My mind is gone

Yeah, Billy

I know what you mean

It’s the smell of the dress

That made my mind a mess

It’s her chokin’throat

Really gets my goat-tee and amen

Yes, indeed

She makes my head and heart bleed

Been so long since I knocked some off

My mind is gone

My mind is gone

My mind is gone

My mind is gone

Tell me about it