Long beaked puppet with eyes so devilishly dark
You have such a deep voice, it is almost a bark.
We are going to give you a dog, a hog and a shark.
You will be able to do more story lines, some of them quite a lark.
We struggle through life, through the stress, through the strife, it cuts like a knife but onward we travel crawling through the dirt, through the gravel while watching our lives unravel.
As we go on the prowl, on our faces there's a scowl and a feeling of throwing in the towel.
While a breakthrough seems out of sight, thinking, how can I make things right, suddenly it comes piercing through the night, a beacon of light, it continues to get bright
It was a heck of a scare, you got an answer to your secret prayer, knowing you were delivered out of your despair, even a nightmare.
So let's stop poking out our chests boasting, I'm the best when we know, we've been Blessed. Instead of flapping our chops. Give Him, His Props.
Then the next time your life is on cruise control and you fall into a manhole or find yourself up a pole, just slow your roll.
Wether you're on a mountain top or in a sweatshop, before you call the cops or start flapping your chops, remember, He can remove all the stops.
It's Just Proper, To Give Him, His Props.
A woman’s emotions change with and like the seasons.
With all the worlds stresses around them you can’t pin point the reasons.
If I can say one thing they are strong and because of there strengths they will
always belong.
I have to admit being with a real woman it’s hard not to depend.
And a real woman needs a real man, let’s not pretend. (Like the American flag
and the wind)
Truly they are stronger than the twin towers that’s why they will always stand.
In addition it is shown at many times they can be as or stronger than any man.
The best cloth ever woven by the lord’s hands was woman because its material
is one of the strongest.
At the same time they are man’s greatest test. (From our rib we were forever
blessed)
You may find them at many of the town’s shops, so when you see one please
give a real woman much props.
“Respect”
The cat on my tongue is after the frog in my throat
I put the counted chickens all in one basket before they hatched
Broke a pulled leg, woke up on the wrong side of the bed
And I still saw right through you