Tuesday, December 11, 2007

Doin' me wrong song

No matter how good I am to him,
he’s going to leave me.

Now matter how many times I pick his
clothes off the floor
or scrub his back with his favorite soap
one day soon he’ll be gone.

Even if I kiss him every day
and tell him how I love him
and fix his favorite foods
as soon as he finds a pretty girl he loves, he’ll be gone

Then I’ll hear
“Bye, mom”.

So, I’ll run my hands through his hair
a few more times before he runs away.

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