It’s a cold hearted woman
That makes coming home in the evening
Happy to see the dog.
It’s a light hearted lover
Who has to take cover
And push it back inside
But I’m the only runner
Who comes running for the supper
That’s served every night
And if you’re the only dinner
Then I’m just a whiner
For something new sometime
Monday, October 5, 2009
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