Saturday, September 29, 2012

21 RED ROSES

Happy Birthday baby Sister  
You’d be 21 today    
And there are 21 red roses  
By this headstone on your grave

I wonder who they’re  from  
Wait…here’s a card to read
Let me set my flowers down
These daisies are from me

Well it’s not easy to read this
The sender must have cried
Everything’s a little blurry
And there’s something else inside

Oh, Sis it’s a diamond ring
It just has to be from Jon
You know I haven’t seen him once
Since the day that you passed on

~~~*Chorus*~~~
Happy Birthday Babe
Here’s the ring I promised you
I wish that you were here today
To make our dreams come true
I moved into the little house
We picked out by the shore
It’s not as pretty as I thought
Well it isn't anymore
I know daisies are your favorite
But A red rose is for love
I just wanted to, make sure you knew
If you saw them from above
Forgive the tears I have shed this year
And today here by your grave
Happy 21st  Birthday
I sure miss you Babe
~~*~~

I’m sorry baby Sister
I don’t know what else to say
I drive by your apartment
To and from work every day

Thought that he might need a friend
Or a shoulder to cry on
But it’s like he died when you did
For me, you’re both just gone

I’m glad I saw the ring and card
At least I know he is okay
There are 21 red roses 
By this headstone on your grave

~~~*2nd Chorus*~~~
Happy Birthday baby Sister  
You’d be 21 today    
And there are 21 red roses
By the headstone at your grave  
He knows daisies are your favorite
But red roses are for love
And I know you think they're gorgeous
That you see them from above
Forgive the tears we've shed this year
And today here by your grave
Happy Birthday Baby Sister
You'd be 21 today
~~*~~


Teresa Lynn Johnson
Wrdspnr@aol.com
Copyright © 2012  



















Thursday, September 27, 2012

DIRTY WINDOW

This letter’s hard to write
I’m not sure where to start
It’s not as bad, as trying to clean
The dirty window to my heart

Yeah, if it’s a little hazy
No one can look through
To see my heart is bleeding
With it’s obstructed view

Back when my hand held aces
I let my window shine
So everyone could clearly see
That healthy heart of mine

Well I guess my game is over
You’re gone…I didn't win
Now there’s just a dirty window
That no one can look in

~~~*Chorus*~~~
Can you come back here please
And wipe it all away
It’s such a filthy mess
All covered up this way
The stains, the streaks,
All these cracks and leaks
I just don’t know where to start
I need you 
To come and clean
The dirty window to my heart
~~*~~

~~~~~~*Bridge*~~~~~~

Thank you for the letter
Yeah, babe, my heart feels fine
The glass is shining once again
This window’s opened wide

Y’all feel free, to come and see
What she hung up, once framed
My letter’s there, and I don’t care
Because I’m back in the game
It says…………………..

~~~*Chorus*~~~
Can you come back here please
And wipe it all away
It’s such a filthy mess
All covered up this way
The stains, the streaks,
All these cracks and leaks
I just don’t know where to start
I need you 
To come and clean
The dirty window to my heart
~~*~~




Teresa Lynn Johnson
Wrdspnr@aol.com
Copyright © 2012  

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

YOU CALL 9-1-1


I was hanging out on my Google site…Relaxing on Sunday
When I saw some lady’s post… That took my breath away

She didn’t have the strength…To get out of her bed

Told us not to worry…Soon she would be dead

Said she hadn’t eaten …For at least six days

I lowered my head…And yes, …I prayed

Everyone was typing…For her to just hold on

Excellent advice to take…No answer…she’s gone

Across the United States…And Friends from overseas

We formed a human web…To reach out and give relief

Well she posted this morning…After three long days

I thanked God for her life …But she slapped me in the face


Well………..



Here’s my question!

Are you really that dumb?
When someone threatens suicide
You call 9-1-1
We were even slammed
Because of our prayers
We could have said
“Hey go ahead!”
But some people
Really care
Well I have some advice
I truly must impart
Don’t you throw the blame at us
With that brick you call a heart
I’m glad you are alive
But I am done…..
If you want to die
don’t’ call 9-1-1

I know the right thing…Is to forgive the weak

But you are the type that…Would slap the other cheek

Just so you know…We felt terrible for you

Only tried to help because…Some have been there too

Hundreds of posts …And then you ask “Who cares?”….

You’re sick…so…I’ll keep you in my prayers……..


But...

Answer me lady!
Are you really that dumb?
When someone threatens suicide
You call 9-1-1
We were even slammed
Because of our prayers
We could have said
“Hey go ahead!”
But some people
Really care
Well I have some advice
I truly must impart
Don’t you throw the blame at us
With that brick you call a heart
I’m glad you are alive
But I am done…..
If you want to die
don’t’ call 9-1-1


Teresa Lynn Johnson
Wrdspnr@aol.com
Copyright © 2012  

Tuesday, September 25, 2012

THE THIRST

Don’t you deny 
The way that kiss made you feel
I didn't shut my eyes girl
I witnessed you revealed
I saw the flush sweep your face
I heard your ragged breath
I felt your heart pounding like 
A birds against my chest
When your hands rose up 
Pushing me away
Mine were the seducers 
Enticing you to stay

~~~*Chorus*~~~
Don’t fight it 
Don’t be a drop of dew
That the sun takes
Before the day is through
Be the downpour
That revives the drying earth
Of all that’s lacking
Ah girl quench the thirst
Mmm hmm hmm
The thirst
~~*~~

Don’t deny the hunger
The shock of the waves
That engulfed us 
Kept us both enslaved
While we were drowning 
In that embrace
I left the desert
Burning heat no shade
Oh I need you 
Give the dying rebirth
Be the downpour
Baby feed the thirst

~~~*Chorus*~~~
Don’t fight it 
Don’t be a drop of dew
That the sun takes
Before the day is through
Be the downpour
That relieves the drying earth
Of all that’s lacking
Ah girl quench the thirst
Mmm hmm hmm
The thirst
~~*~~


Teresa Lynn Johnson
Wrdspnr@aol.com
Copyright © 2012

Saturday, September 22, 2012

I WON'T LIE FOR YOU

I’m sitting down here by the water
You’re somewhere on a distant shore
You want me to fight your battles
But won’t explain what caused the war

I can’t walk on this water
And deliver you from pain
I will not bear false witness
When you cannot prove your claim

How am I supposed to help you
What service can I hope to lend
You are but a stranger
God would have me call a friend

But friends don’t keep such secrets
From each other and their God
You’re hiding something from me
And I am anything but a fraud

~~~*Chorus*~~~
I am not a fraud
I am a woman of God
And I won’t lie for you
I Pray as a giving soul
Combine pieces, to make whole
The broken and confused
But I won’t lie for you
~~*~~

You know enough about me
To know I would do anything
Within my power to help you
Without compromising me

God is ever present
A friend wouldn't ask me to
Cause Him disappointment
By trying to bend the truth

Won’t turn my back... on this shore
And I won’t walk away
You need something from me
I will be your Friend and Pray
  But…

~~~*Chorus*~~~
I am not a fraud
I am a woman of God
And I won’t lie for you
I Pray as a giving soul
Combine pieces, to make whole
The broken and confused
But I won’t lie for you
~~*~~


Teresa Lynn Johnson
Wrdspnr@aol.com
Copyright © 2012  

Thursday, September 20, 2012

MIND SCREAMS

She had just turned eighteen
Her parents thought she was in bed
But she'd sneaked through the window
To hang out with her friends

She knew that they were wild
But she felt so confined
Final year of high school
And was in her bed by nine

She thought they were just kidding
When they said let's rob this place
Terrified... staring at the gun
Pointed in the young man's face

~~~*Chorus*~~~
And her mind screamed
Lord...
What have I done
This isn't what I wanted
This isn't any fun
Please take me back home
God let me sleep and dream
But the gun went off
And her mind screamed
~~*~~

The judge did not go easy
Her parents hung their heads
She had chosen poorly
And a young man was dead

They locked her up with criminals
With no regard for what is right
Confinement was defined...
This nightmare was her life

~~~*2nd Chorus*~~~
And her mind screamed
Lord...
What have I done
This isn't what I wanted
This isn't any fun
Please take me back home
God let me sleep and dream
The gun echoes
And her mind screams
~~*~~

She walked out into the sunshine
But inside her...she felt cold
Her parents were waiting for her
When did they get so old

Oh, Lord they held her
Couldn't hide their tears
Left in that cell the echoes
Of a gun and wasted years

~~~*Final Chorus*~~~
And her mind screamed
Lord ...
What's done is done
It wasn't what I wanted
But I just couldn't run
I am going home now
Please reset my dreams
I didn't pull the trigger
But my mind screams
~~*~~


Wednesday, September 19, 2012

BARNACLES AND PEARLS

Our five year reunion was to start at nine
There wasn't any way he would be up in time
The sun was rising when I heard the door
I knew he wasn't coming when he hit the floor

I put on a summer dress and I curled my hair
The bruises weren't gone but I didn't care
I dabbed on makeup and I grabbed the keys
Feeling relieved he couldn't come with me

I wish I would have listened to my friends
When they warned me girl don't fall for him
These five years together have been like Hell
He's never cared for anyone but himself

~~~*Chorus*~~~
I chose the only dead branch on a healthy tree
Walked in a flower garden and picked out a weed
Could have had the sunshine but I braved a storm
Now I regret the day that he was ever born
A handsome jerk...a pretty girl
A barnacle and a string of pearls
~~*~~

Walking up to the school I heard a scream
Daisy Griff was running right at me
She looked me over and hugged me tight
Said give me your address I'll go get the guys

I said he isn't worth it let's just have fun
I'm not going home until the party's done
Being with my friends took me back in time
To when I used to laugh and everything was fine

They were taking the party to the local bar
I called out goodbyes and headed for my car
I really didn't want to go home tonight
But knew if I stayed there would be a fight

~~~*Chorus*~~~
I chose the only dead branch on a healthy tree
Walked in a flower garden and picked out a weed
Could have had the sunshine but I braved a storm
Now I regret the day that he was ever born
A handsome jerk...a pretty girl
A barnacle and a string of pearls
~~*~~

He wasn't home when I arrived
I was so happy that I almost cried
It was after two when a truck pulled up
Daisy hollered let's go if you've had enough
I said I can't do it he'll come after me
And there's gonna be trouble if you don't leave
Daisy said no worries you're finally free
The boys tossed that barnacle in the sea

A handsome jerk...a pretty girl
A barnacle and a string of pearls
~~*~~



Teresa Lynn Johnson



Tuesday, September 18, 2012

EXILE THE SHADOW

I shudder at the doubt reflected in your eyes
I have witnessed the cage surrounding you
They have created a shadow of whom you truly are
Made you feel like the dirt beneath their shoes

If I could forge a key, and use it to set you free
Would you step away from their oppressive Hell
Would you be born anew, shed the shadow of you
And live the life you've dreamed for yourself

~~~*Chorus*~~~
Don't be a shadow
Merge with the light
Don't lie down and wallow
Raise yourself and fight
Blind the disbelievers
With the glaring truth
Exile the shadow
Live your life as you
~~*~~

You have been confined by their ignorance
But I have watched you simmer and I know
Within the humble man there is a force that
Can awaken an inferno from the coals
I beg you...
Burn your way from their presence
I've sung your praises as the master key
Others are questioning your keepers
There's a tremor beginning in the streets

~~~*Lyrical Bridge*~~~
There you are uncaged...finally delivered
Your tormentors could no longer fight
To keep you in the shadows deeply damaged
You are now a champion... 
Boy, revel in the light
Exile the shadow
~~*~~

~~~*2nd  Chorus*~~~
No not a shadow
Hidden from sight
You rose against them
Found in you the fight
You are the believer
Life begins anew
Risen from the shadow
Is the light of you
~~*~~

~~~*Finale*~~~
You've exiled the shadow
That kept the light from view
Now go and lead them
For they will follow you
~~*~~




Monday, September 17, 2012

MMM...UH HUH...COWBOYS

There were three of us city girls
Clothes, shoes, and makeup packed
Heading out for six long weeks
To a real Wyoming ranch

We didn't know what was in store
Did our nails on board the train
Heading for the West with smiles
And Cowboys on the brain

We did not travel far before
We got tired of the ride
Three very spoiled city girls
Agreed that we should fly

We arrived in record time
The Ranch house looked so good
And the Cowboys that came for our bags
We would have jumped them if we could

~~~*Chorus*~~~
Well...they aren't just a kidding
When they say a Cowboy's fine
Took me but a minute
To pick out which one was mine
I even snapped a shot of him
Before he turned to leave
Got a Cowboy strutting in my mind
My heart dancing on my sleeve
~~*~~ 

The sun hadn't even risen
When that rooster made its noise
The only thing that got us up was
mmm...uh huh...Cowboys

We must have looked quite a sight
Walking down those wooden stairs
But they held in their laughter
Each pulled us out a chair

The red-headed Cowboy said
Ladies you might want to change
You can't wear those fancy dresses
Out there on the range

When we joined them at the stables
In our colored hats and jeans
I heard the brown-haired one snicker
Oh, buddy I see what you mean

~~~*Chorus*~~~
Well...they aren't just a kidding
When they say a Cowboy's fine
Took me but a minute
To pick out which one was mine
I even snapped a shot of him
As he tipped his hat at me
Got a Cowboy strutting in my mind
My heart dancing on my sleeve
~~*~~

We could hardly walk at all
When the horses brought us home
Our pretty hats were brown with dirt
We looked at our hands and moaned

I don't remember eating dinner
And we slept like the dead
When that rooster crowed again
We all swore to wring his neck

We were whining like new prisoners
We talked about going home
The only thing that stopped us was
Mmm...uh huh...Cowboys

~~~*Chorus*~~~
Well...they aren't just a kidding
When they say a Cowboy's fine
Took me but a minute
To pick out which one was mine
I even snapped a shot of him
When he said good morning to me
Got a Cowboy strutting in my mind
My heart dancing on my sleeve
~~*~~

Oh... our six weeks came and went
We're all married women now
We can ride a horse, fix a fence,
Muck a stall, and brand a cow

Now we are all awake and ready
Before that rooster crows
I don't need to tell you why
When you already know
~~*~~
Mmm...uh huh...Cowboys!






ST. VALENTINE'S GOT NOTHING ON ME

She said you are not romantic
Why don't you just let me be
My mouth dropped open, and I couldn't talk
So she walked away from me

Well my heart it started pumping
Soon my blood was catching fire
My mind could not imagine
What her lips had just transpired

When it finally started sinking in
I remembered I had her key
And right then I knew, I would have to prove
St.Valentine's got nothing on me

~~~*Chorus*~~~
I'll treat my lady like a precious gem
In a field of rock and stone
Change my name to Casanova
Last name to Romeo
I'll do anything to keep her
Even get down on one knee
I have to make her realize
St. Valentine's got nothing on me
~~*~~

I bought champagne and roses
Bubble bath and strawberries
A necklace laced with diamonds
And lotion to rub on her feet

I wrote a poem that says I Love You
Oh baby can't you see
For you I would do anything
St. Valentine's got nothing on me

I heard her key turn in the lock
She laughed and said...I always knew
I just had to make you realize
St. Valentine's got nothing on you!

~~~*2nd Chorus*~~~
Yes I treat her like a precious gem
In a field of rock and stone
She calls me Casanova
I'm her loving Romeo
I did what I had to keep her
Even got down on one knee
Oh, she always knew that I could prove
St. Valentine's got nothing on me
~~*~~


Teresa Lynn Johnson
Wrdspnr@aol.com
Copyright © 2012  

JOHNNY THE SNOWBALL

Johnny the snowball
Was made on Christmas Eve
He had a little piece of lint, under his nose
From Timmy's flannel shirt sleeve

He was waiting in a basket
On top of Timmy's sled
With a bunch of other snowballs
All whining and shaking with dread

When they heard Johnny laughing
The snowballs, they got mad
One said, "After the snowball fight
Even Johnny won't laugh"

Johnny said I'm sorry
We'll all be splats I know
But I just can't quit laughing
This lint, it tickles my nose!

Timmy finished eating
And when he stepped outside
All the snowballs but Johnny
They began to cry

Timmy and his buddies
Had their snowball fight
And Johnny was still laughing
As he flew through the sky

Well that lint held Johnny together
As he rolled down the slope
And he kept getting bigger
As he collected snow

Johnny ended up a snowman
As tall as he is wide
And if you listen closely
You can hear him laughing inside

Johnny the snowball
Was made on Christmas Eve
Now he's a laughing snowman
You can hear if you believe.....


Teresa Lynn Johnson
Wrdspnr@aol.com
Copyright © 2012  


WHAT CHRISTMAS MEANS TO ME

My Granddaughter asked me
Grandma, what does Christmas mean
I told her that Christ was born
To rescue who believes

 I laughed and said, when I was young
I thought Santa was my Dad
And every Christmas season
Was the best time that I had

Daddy was a big kid
Especially when it snowed
We'd dress up in our mittens,
Snow pants, hats, and coats

Then We'd get every kid
Who lived within a mile
They'd show up ready to have fun
Daddy always wore a smile

He would get our old car hood
And He would hook it up
At the end of a big old logging chain
Behind his pickup truck

We all piled on, Daddy hit the gas
Every kid would laugh and scream
That kind of fun just can't be bought
It's the making of your sweetest dreams

She raised her little face
Precious as can be
As I told her exactly
What Christmas means to me

Mama had the cocoa waiting
To help us all get warm
The smell of pine logs burning
In our big Montana home

My Brother hung the mistletoe
Over the fireplace
Daddy's eyes would twinkle
With a big smile on his face

He would grab our Mama
Our little hearts would pound
He kissed her right on her lips
While we jumped up and down

Clapping hands and giggling
Around our Christmas tree
Jesus and making memories
That's what Christmas means to me

My little Angel just stared at me
Her big eyes round and blue
She said, Grandma... tell me again
What Christmas means to you


Teresa Lynn Johnson
Wrdspnr@aol.com
Copyright © 2012  



Thursday, September 13, 2012

NO...NOT YET

I went to church with my Wife last Sunday
It is something I don't normally do
But she's never failed once to invite me
And this time I decided to come through

The Pastor said "You need to come more often"
As he shook my hand, when we were set to leave
I said I don't have to come and listen to you
For God to know the things that I believe

You can take that any way you want to
It really doesn't matter much to me
I only answer to the Good Lord and my Wife
Maybe that's too hard, for you, to conceive

(speak this line)  
 Let me put it this way...

~~~*Chorus*~~~
I work hard
Do my best
I help my neighbors out
And know that I am Blessed
I am fair
Pay my debts
I've never beat a man
For his opinion
Yet!
I don't lie
I don't steal
I don't hit my woman
And I have never killed
Yet!
No, not yet...
~~*~~

The Pastor dropped my hand that he was squeezing
My Wife smiled like the Angel that she is
Said, Pastor you just go and spread God's message
I do believe He's got a handle on this

~~~~Lyrical Bridge~~~~
My church is open skies, knowing God has blessed my life
And not a single thing can change my mind
I aid the souls in need, talk to God most faithfully
Am a Christian of the deepest kind
~~*~~

The Lord Blessed us with a Son last Friday
I was watching them through the open door
She was running her fingers on his sweet face
I thought that I could never love her more

She whispered, Son I want to give you fair warning
She laughed softly against his tiny head
Don't you ever think to judge your Daddy
Someday I'll tell you how he feels and what he said...

 (speak this line) 
 I knew she'd tell him what I said...

~~~*Chorus*~~~
I work hard
Do my best
I help my neighbors out
And know that I am Blessed
I am fair
Pay my debts
I've never beat a man
For his opinion
Yet!
I don't lie
I don't steal
I don't hit my woman
And I have never killed
Yet!
No, not yet...
~~*~~
Teresa Lynn Johnson
Wrdspnr@aol.com
 Copyright © 2012






Wednesday, September 12, 2012

STRUCK BY LIGHTNING

Lightning came blazing out of the sky
Man,  it was coming after me
I felt a sensation when it touched ground
I was emitting electricity

There was no way I could stand up straight
And it wasn't the rum and Coke
I couldn't get the smile off my face
And I'm sure that I was smelling smoke

People came running out of the bar
I guess they saw the lightning strike
They looked at me and hollered holy smokes
Dude you should see what you look like

~~~*Chorus*~~~
I looked like lightning struck me in the face
I walked in the bar...lit up the whole danged place
Got a painted-on-smile, and a melted afro on my head
And everyone saying they're sure glad that I aint dead
Didn't see the Pearly Gates...didn't hear no Angels sing
It's an awakening
Quite frightening
Getting struck by lightning
~~*~~

Got fired from the job I had ten years
Down at the magnet factory
My girlfriend took everything and left
Said my new smile gives her the creeps

Yeah, I got a job at the Mission
Least I can eat and pay the rent
The kids nicknamed me Sir Funny Face
I've never had days so well spent

I'm teaching them how to swim and read
They get excited when I walk up
The best sensation to ever strike
Is they don't care about how I look

~~~* 2nd Chorus*~~~
I look like lightning struck me in the face
I'm walking around, but it's no longer in disgrace
Got a painted-on-smile, and a little fuzz on my bald head
And those sweet kids saying they're sure glad that I aint dead
Didn't see the Pearly Gates...didn't hear no Angels sing
It's an awakening
Quite enlightening
Getting struck by lightning
~~*~~

Teresa Lynn Johnson
Wrdspnr@aol.com
Copyright © 2012  


Tuesday, September 11, 2012

SEPTEMBER 11, 2001

I am sitting here all safe at home
While our Troops are overseas
Looking at pictures on the internet
Of where our towers used to be

Now there are twin beams of light
A tribute to the tragedy
Marble at the Pentagon
And in a field for flight 93

A Heroes funeral for the fallen
Who've died so far from home
And I am hurting, sitting here
Praying that the Families know

~~~*Chorus*~~~
I am a person
With my heart in my throat
There is no way
I'll ever know the pain
You survivors know
My Heart breaks for you
These are honest tears
Shed with all that's happened
For the past fifteen years 
I'm sending Love and Prayers to you
Every Family that's forever broken
I wish I could take your pain away
So I just bow my head and pray
Sending Love in the only way
Possible for this person
~~*~~

I remember that day...Oh, I remember
Never took my blurry eyes off of the screen
I could hear people's voices sick with horror
Report the terror through the dust and screams

And I prayed "OH GOD, I BEG YOU, PLEASE BE WITH
THEM!
SURROUND THEIR HEARTS, DON'T LET THEM FEEL
ALONE!"
And I couldn't help myself from feeling guilty
While these lives were being altered ...I was home

I knew our Country would advance upon the wicked
Yes, I knew that shattered lives would be the cost
But I have cheered them on from the beginning
Then stormed the gates of Heaven for the loss

~~~*Lyrical Bridge*~~~
Since that day I've been stuck in a tornado...
Either flying high, or I'm ripping up the ground...
Prayers, and my love for God and Country...
Are the only sense of peace that I have found...
~~*~~

~~~*Chorus*~~~
I am a person
With my heart in my throat
There is no way
I'll ever know the pain
You survivors know
My Heart breaks for you
These are honest tears
Shed with all that's happened
For the past fifteen years
I'm sending Love and Prayers to you
Every Family that's forever broken
I wish I could take your pain away
So I just bow my head and pray
Sending Love in the only way
Possible for this person
~~*~~

World Trade Center Towers ,
United  Airlines Flight 175
United Airlines Flight 73
United Airlines Flight 93
American Airlines Flight 77 
The Pentagon
Armed Forces,
From the first to the last Respondents!
For Every Soul Lost
Millions mourn
~~*~~


Teresa Lynn Johnson
Wrdspnr@aol.com
Copyright © 2012  



Monday, September 10, 2012

I REALLY WANT TO...HATE HER

I was fishing on the Blackfoot river
When she stepped out of the trees
She had an inner-tube and a Hermes bag
Saw me, dropped them both, and screamed

I set down the pole, and I went to help her
I was just going to lend a hand
She gave me a look of pure disgust
Damn, I thought I was a handsome man

She said you  can  just  back  off  a  bit
I can handle this on my own
What are you doing lurking here
I want to spend some time alone

I said excuse me your Royal Majesty
But that would be my place right there
You’re trespassing on private property
And normally I wouldn't care

~~~*Chorus*~~~
Well…
She looked like a Goddess
Had a mouth like a Mother-in-law
Why is that her sweet little body is all I saw
Looking at her 
Standing there
Like she’s a perfect gift from nature
Oh man, I really want to…
I really want to…
Hate her
~~*~~

She stuck her pretty nose up in the air
While she reached into her fancy bag
Came out with a phone that I’m sure cost more
Than my dog, and my whole danged place

I really couldn't help it …I must admit
I laughed till I was leaking tears
She threw her phone at me when I told her girl
There is no reception here

~~~*Chorus*~~~
Well…
She looked like a Goddess
Had a mouth like a Mother-in-law
Why is that her sweet little body is all I saw
Looking at her 
Standing there
Like she’s a perfect gift from nature
Oh man, I really want to…
I really want to…
Hate her
~~*~~

I walked her back…to a Jag of black
It really wasn't very far
Then my ears caught fire from her sailor-mouth
She’d locked the keys in the car

I cursed my luck and headed for my truck
I just wanted to say goodbye
But frustration faded and the knight stepped up
When I heard that little beauty cry

I was a little leery as I returned
But she fell right into my arms
Sobbing can I please just come home with you
I know that you don’t mean me harm

So I took her hand, her pink and purple bag
And we headed back through the trees
That’s the story of 
How I met my Wife
God didn't waste no brains on me

~~~*Chorus*~~~
Well…
She looked like a Goddess
Had a mouth like a Mother-in-law
Why is that her sweet little body is all I saw
Looking at her standing there
Like she’s a perfect gift from nature
Oh man, I really want to…
I really want to…
Hate her
~~*~~




Teresa Lynn Johnson

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