By: David W. Clare

She failed in school, now she breaks that golden rule...
Hair dyed, rugged burned runaway from the wrong side of the tracks

Now she attacks the old love hungry one eyed jacks
Impetuous and angry bottled blond: gone astray, she learns how to betray...

Wild trailer trash ***** goes shopping all day...


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By: David W. Clare

She Cry's in her sleep has no one to call her own
The pain of being alone

Avoids watching TV
Hates men like you and me

She's worried men can read her thought cloud
At night she thinks out loud...

Dreams of love, schemes of lust as her wants become dust!

Thirsty desires about to bust...

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By: David W. Clare

...she slipped right trough my grip as I kissed her lips!

**** pow up in smoke
Now, I dream of her and them all...

The call of the wild
She was just a child back then!

I was naive...
She wanted to conceive and breed!

I'm the one who is now deeply in need...

Pour on the red wine let me dine alone in my lonely broken heart break hotel...

I can still smell her perfume from
long ago...

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By: David W. Clare

I tried to stop the taxi from taking me to you that fateful night
The driver pretending not to hear me
We made love then now you fear me!

Cheap thrills nearly killed me!
My money and gold disappeared
Now I'm left with an empty glass of beer!

My hotel room still stinks of your lies...
Sad thieving girl runs away to leave me cry!

The shape of you outlined in my bed
Like a chalk silhouette at a ****** scene, now I scream your name...

Cheap thrills nearly killed me!
My money and gold disappeared
Now I'm left with just an empty glass of beer!

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By: David W. Clare

The head master teacher preaches to us hen house school
Kid chickens...

We must be brave, we are scolded if misbehaved...

The chicken lady teacher pecks away, makes us lay our eggs and
do more homework...

The class clown jokes around doesn't care about his scores!

History teaches us vicariously what brave roosters did before us kids were hatched...

Like eggs that are matched we must learn to fly from the nest even tho we can't

Let's chant and pray that our farm school house will let us not stray away...

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