I suspect many melancholy women older than, say, age 58, are writing similar wistful odes to Elvis today. But Headd was 7 when Elvis died...and Elvis had become a Las Vegas caricature long before then. His hard-on for Elvis has definite homo-erotic undertones ("you Prince from another planet"...WTF?). Not that there's anything wrong with that!
I hope he was drunk when he wrote this gibberish because it's a clusterfuck of an homage, not to mention a grammatical nightmare ("...but I stand in awe of what it allowed to follow it.") It's as if Headd was drunk-dialing Elvis -- liquor in one hand, limp dick in the other.
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