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rednecks wife

Contributed by brokenwings on Monday, 17th January 2005 @ 12:03:01 AM in AEST
Topic: HumorPoetry



you wanna talk bout where i'm from,
put it down cuz you dont' fit in
let me tell you little miss shelter life,
you'll never know how to be a rednecks wife

you'll never know how to shut up when you should,
or understand he farts just because he could,
he'll never shut up when he's been hitting the beer,
never understand what makes him cheer,

all you talk about is running away from our hometown,
don't you know roots may be moved '
but their never un grown,

you want to run away from everything that causes pain,
are you completely insaine,
yes my hair is dyed,
and i'm proud of each and every hand done tatoo,
cuz i'm so proud of who i really am, NOW WHAT ABOUT YOU...

I was born to be a rednecks wife,
part of me I love and part of my life,
yes I love this town
and i cheer for the BENGALS
i look for all the things that dangals

yet you run and hide from life
sorry he's my redneck and you cant be his wife




Copyright © brokenwings ... [ 2005-01-17 00:03:01]
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Re: rednecks wife (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Monday, 17th January 2005 @ 12:11:19 AM AEST
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A masterpeice
guess u can tell I luv this one. Put it to music and ya got a #1 hit on your hands.
U go girl.
luv, huggs, smiles,
emy


Re: rednecks wife (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Monday, 17th January 2005 @ 10:32:16 AM AEST
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Hell yeah,what a piece of work,I agree put it to music and I will make it my anthem.




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