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don't
She's my sweet little thangwith a twang
She's my honey pot
(Verse 1)
She's the woman that rocks my soul
Pulls me out of my rabbit holes
Her sweet

Sun goes down, The night falls
All these ghosts, Fill these halls
They can see what you've done
It's time to go, it's time to run
Peace has

to make it (time to make it)
To my destination
Got a woman waitin (waitin)
And you know black women ain't got no patience (naw)
Like a doctor wit too many

with a rude awakening

She's told that she can't be herself
and express her wild feminine nature
so she goes into the forest
and there she plans her

don't pass us by.  
Keep us among you keep us in mind.
Do not forget us, and what we do.
We bring a new, and valiant view.

Justice is blind but can we

The premise is: we both bring in the dividends
Couldn't see her with a 20|20 lens
They was "money men" wonder where that money went
Super Wonder Woman... oozing

Wanting homosexuals out of sight

And conventional marriage between woman and man
Increasing political pressure until abortion is banned
Because killing is

laugh instead. Pray, laugh instead

Smile with the daylight
Woman needs the color and sea
An inncent plea, and laughter broke the air
But still,

the centre stage
Got it on a page
I told you I was coming to take this game
Frame by frame
Jigga man came
Saw him on the stage
I played and I played

on honeymoon
I won't hear a thing with my earplugs in'
And she was right, she didn't, but I did
That night, after we'd retired for the evening
Not long after

to a wife 

From a mother to a grandma 

She tries her best since that day when 

She grew up overnight 

For the good times



“ Only because you’re a woman

A man  hurries across the street, and imagine he's bumped into by a car. His body is flying, flip-flopping over my head, mouth and eyes wide open with

to change that?
Yeah

Ages pass by
Cry baby tries
But now she's turned six
Have you had your Weetabix?

Chuckling away
With her tiny hands on her tummy
One

Hey say something
Woman in the mirror
Hey say something
I dont know
More taken over by mirror
Ill be with you
 Some say I got devil
No one tell me

SOUNDING LIKE STACEY WOW WOW

HEY MISTER 
YOU DON'T WANNA MESS WITH THIS SISTER
KEEP YOUR HANDS TO YOURSELF 
OR GET HIT BY A TWISTER
IS IT SO HARD TO UNDERSTAND 

There’s a trouble in the yard
There’s a danger and I’m not allowed to avoid it
There’s a robot by my side
He’s like a spider with a spike shell made

She’s a Keeper
Words and Music by Gregg Boethin
Copyright 2016, All Rights Reserved

I bet she isn’t 5-foot-2, 
don’t let that fool you,
cause they

with you
We both know well It is written somewhere among the stars
Now it’s inevitable, to do what we do and go where we go
When we cry for our pain,

the same direction 
Actuality the church ruining they connection 
 
Once a woman was born and ignored the serpent 
Thinking (life was) hard but God is

Picks
Picks are things familiar to me
One I use for my guitar we agree
One was a woman I love from afar
Who set for my life too high a bar

She

just came in with intentions so good 
He thought he'd found the perfect wife 
There must have been something he misunderstood 
In the end it cost his

Janu-all-alone-uary evening breeze
From the woman with the voice like a pale white flower

Like a ghost
By any other name
The months have changed
But the song's

AND HIGH BOOTS
WITH AN EMBROIDERED STAR
AND TODAY HE'S FORTY YEARS OLD
GOING ON TWENTY
AND DON'T LOOK FOR THE GRAY IN HIS HAIR
CUZ HE AIN'T GOT ANY
HE'S GOT

Minimalist sweatshop art, signed sad fitzgerald
Lipton chicken noodle soup, christmas carols
She's a back door woman, she makes me do handstands
But