Broomstick

Ive got my broomstick, baby
Ive got my paperback novel
Im gonna lay right here
And I aint gonna grovel
Whats the use of lying
I wont believe you
Whats the use of crying
It wont relieve you
Ive got my broomstick
Ive got my paperback novel
Im gonna lay right here right now
And I aint gonna grovel