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Created on: February 01, 2009
Butter Fingers
They say, "the way to a man's heart is through his stomach . . ."
Then I must have let him starve
he packed and took everything we ever made together
Dumbfounded! and i think i might be scared
Momma says, "catching a man is easy
its the keeping that drives women insane."
maybe he just didn't mean it
when he said he'd give me his name
Then along came a spider, skip the formalities we'll call her Sue
Its an extreme shock to the ego,
when you find another woman can love your man better than you do
Once I forgot a meal; then forgot a hug; forgot a few kisses; and left without saying goodbye
Momma why didn't you tell me
that even the strongest of men can cry
Days would come, nights would go,
and my mind just got preoccuied
Nights would come, and days would go,
and then he found her on the side
And then the final stand!
Momma warned me bout days like these
But she forgot to tell me when he says, "Don't leave!"
Then you just don't leave!
Unbenounst to me, I'd conceded,
and am forced to to search for other fish in the sea
Stand straight! And smile child,
you can't let momma see
Regretful, and a little embarrassed,
most time you lose, you rarely win.
Oops let him slip through my fingers,
its those damn butter-fingers again.
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