She was standin’ there with her bathrobe on Wavin’ that finger in the early morn At two young boys… With our heads held low She knew the neighbors could see but she didn’t care She was givin’ it to us right then and there About cars n’ streets… How we got lucky It wasn’t anger, hate or spite she threw at us She was just mad as hell, at herself that she couldn’t be
Two places at once sometimes just can’t be done It’s a battle she fights constantly Eyes in the back of her head, a third hand, One more hour would help her so much But how can she manage to be… two places at once
He could feel the hair on the back of his neck Stand up as he grew short of breath As he pulled in… His garage again He rushed through the back door, didn’t know why Somethin’ felt wrong then he saw his wife As she sat n’ sobbed… he knew they’d been robbed He prayed silently as he walked cross the floor Then he took her in his arms, safe from harm As he broke down and swore
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Despite your intentions there’s always exceptions Just hope that your best is enough…
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