MANNEQUIN

My friend from California came to see me

Stepped out of her Corvette in a Russian mink

Clothes, hair, and face done to perfection

Fingers flashing brilliant diamond rings

My Husband pulled his truck in right behind her

She gave him a hug I did not get

Then led him by the arm to our front door

Brushing the curls from his neck

When she left that night I started crying

Told my handsome man just how she’d made me feel

He held me like a piece of fine crystal

And said nothing on that mannequin was real

~~~*Chorus*~~~

You can look into her kind of heart

And all you’ll find are rusted parts

You can tell she hasn't used it in quite awhile

All I saw were pumped up lips,

Felt a rock hard chest, and bony hips

She’s the definition of

“It hurts to smile”

She could not compete with you

Certainly never win

I want to hold a woman

Not a made-up mannequin

~~*~~

Now you are what the good Lord intended

When He fashioned us with loving hands

A creation of the rarest beauty

Deeply treasured by this moral man

Don’t waste another minute thinking of her

Give your smile back to me and come here

Run your fingers through my hair pretty lady

And whisper your sweet nothings in my ear

I felt an overflow of love for my Husband

A deep-down respect for such a man

A giggle escaped through the kisses

As I remembered his description

Mannequin…

~~~*Chorus*~~~

You can look into her kind of heart

And all you’ll find are rusted parts

You can tell she hasn't used it in quite awhile

All I saw were pumped up lips,

Felt a rock hard chest, and bony hips

She’s the definition of

“It hurts to smile”

She could not compete with you

Certainly never win

I want to hold a woman

Not a made-up mannequin

~~*~~

Teresa Lynn Johnson
Wrdspnr@aol.com
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