Man Bait
Oh don't think that I ain't seein
As you roll them purty eyes
And my man stands there a gogglin
Like he'd won some sorta prize.
My ma taught me aplenty
How to keep that man of mine
And how to reel him back in
When he gets too long a line.
You'll be feelin mighty foolish
When I cut you down to size,
For there ain't no man worth keepin
Can resist my apple pies.
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Entered in slang contest
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2009
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