"I lost my lucky ball and chain,
Now she's four years gone,
She's five feet tall and sick of me,
and all my rattling on,
She threw away her baby doll,
I held onto my pride,
but I was young and foolish then,
I feel old and foolish now.
Confidentially She never called me baby doll,
Confidentially I never had much pride,
But now I rock a barstool and I drink for two,
Just pondering this timebomb in my mind."
Just a short exerpt from what's coming through the headphones.
Pete
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