My Electric Man

Written by Nicolette Good. Copyright 2014.

It’s a good thing I don’t care for the dark
‘Cause every time he comes around, the room fills with sparks
He’s electric, my electric man

And lately I’ve been dangling like a wire
Revved up like Thomas Edison playing with fire
He’s electric, my electric man

The sun comes up thinking it’s so mighty bright and large
But we both know who’s really in charge of lighting up the day

He’s electric, I can say that much
He gets to me with his electric touch

Doesn’t bother me that he spends all of his days around town
So long as he doesn’t turn all the lights down
He’s electric, my electric man

The sun comes up thinking it’s so mighty bright and large
But we both know who’s really in charge of lighting up the day

Now this electric business is a strange occupation
Sometimes he just rambles on and on about electrons, and protons, and ions, and neons and freons, whatever goes on down at the power station

But I could listen to him talk shop all afternoon
The sun and the stars and I know he hangs the moon

I tried to go solar, I tried a battery pack
But once you go electric you never go back

He’s electric, I can say that much
He gets to me with his electric touch