My Guy
he had the prettiesr hair I have ever seen
he made feel like a queen
when he called m e his little girl
I was the happiest woman in the world
he was not perfect his eyesight was dim
he let alcohol get the best of him
he could make my heart skip a beat
when I saw him wallking down the street
In his western hat;boots and a belt that said Van
I was so happy to have him hold my hand
Copyright © Peggy Gilbert | Year Posted 2006
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