When Death Do Us Part
When death do us part
He’d get on me nerves this man of mine
Under my feet, he was there all the time,
If I asked him repeat the words I’d just said
He’d look up in horror his face full of dread
He’d go to the drawer and leave it then open
But now that he’s gone my poor heart is broken
There on the floor he would dump all his clothes
Couldn’t find his socks right under his nose
He’d rant and he’d rave when his team failed to score
His head hit the pillow and he’d start to snore
But now that he’s gone my poor heart is broken
Oh, how I miss those drawers being open
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