Leggs McGee

A phantom spirit came to me, and begged I tell his tale
To release him from the curse, I said I would not fail
It all began so long ago, yet it seems plain to me
That it all started when he met, the one called Leggs McGee

Now I have never been a man, who's subject to a fright
But even now I can feel, her presence in the night
The phantom told me how she started, with a tiny flirt
Those clicking heels as she walks, the whisper of her skirt

And now I hear those same soft sounds, which echo in the dark
I turn to run, then think oh God, she has found her mark
I stumble rushing to my car, the pavement scratched my knee
But still the terror has a name, which is Ms. Leggs McGee

Perhaps the mind played it's tricks, for there was nothing there
But should I keep on telling you? Do I really dare?
The story of this phantom soul, is sad no doubt to you
A tale so wild that you might think, that it could not be true

He walks the world every night, seeking some relief
From the haunting of his soul, at least it's his belief.
Searching for he knows not what, the phantom seeks a key
To release him from the spell, cast by Leggs McGee

The phantom died on a night much like this you know
In the torrent waters of, a rivers savage flow
He ended up in this place, when fate brought him the news
That the lady needed him, what had he to lose

And so he risked his life that day, to touch those creamy thighs
Reaching far beyond the point,,,, you're narrator now sighs.
What is it I ask of you, that make men want to be
So close that they can touch, the lady Leggs McGee

The phantom died for a passion, he could not fulfill
Yet we know within our hearts, that he wants her still
We know this as we feel his pain, and understand the cause
As our gaze captures her, and lusts without a pause

Watching as her skirt slips free, to show off tender thighs
I know I am the next you see, the next of many guys.
And if you were to ask of me, to quit and just be free
I could not for I see those legs, of Leggs McGee