Papa Wasn'T Rich But He Loved Her So
E. L. E. K. T. R. A.
the spring had come and gone
the summer song was sung
autumn dragged its feet
and winter brought defeat
her momma was a snitch indescribable
papa wasn't rich but he loved her so
'never a pretty girl
not even in her prime
hatred borne of envy
corrupted heart and mind
oppressed by the wealthy and the beautiful
there never was a grafter with less to show
here's a face that you know
bouncing off the window pane
you don't have to be told that
never will you ever be the same
when learning to decieve
she'd always done her best
to come across as clever
detached n' unimpressed
her momma was a snitch, irresponsible
papa wasn't rich and he had to go
hear the clatter of feet
running through the dirty rain
she's tearing up the street, the
one constant in her life is pain
tell it like it is 'til the story hits home
papa wasn't rich but he loved her so
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Newest song
I haven't changed it much for this forum.
I have now! 2nd draft. Ok 3Rd n hopefully final draft.
Comments most welcome. Thanks, Rightly.
Copyright © Rightly Jennings | Year Posted 2016
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