My gal from Shakespeare country, she sure know how to talk
My gal from Shakespeare country, she sure know how to talk
Her words have built my safety, and shut out ice with calk
She knows the spiral journey that make me downright crazy
She knows the spiral journey that make me downright crazy
And when the sweat is dryin', she then can love me lazy
She bangs around the kitchen with magic in her hands
She bangs around the kitchen with magic in her hands
We cook with matchin' savour, unknown to any man
She got the ring I gave her on a string around her neck
She got the ring I gave her on a string around her neck
She chooses me, but we both know, she never at my beck
I took her all the way, and never felt her go
I took her all the way, and never felt me go
We stayed until the drop-off, until we said "No mo"
She use me as a windbreak, and tell me all her woe
She use me as a windbreak, and tell me all her woe
They ain't no part of her that I don't ache to know
© Maggie Jochild, written 13 November 2011, 1:00 p.m.
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