Showed up at my door, must be thirty years
Holding her possessions face covered in tears
Asked if she could stay for a week or so
Told her it was fine, come in and make it so
She still looked good, though the miles could be seen
The lady liked her beer and a little Jim Bean
Still pretty as a picture, after the trouble, she had seen
Her man liked to beat her, to me that is obscene
There’s a bottle on the table and a blonde in my bed
Woke up unhappy now it’s paradise instead
Never thought I’d see her, thought it was history
We had only dated, it was never she and me
She stayed a while, we talked each day
She smoked and drank, never quit that was her way
She said she had two girls, that they might be mine
Did I want to meet them, I said that was fine
They weren’t talking now, but that wouldn’t last
They weren’t happy that she stayed with that woman beating ass
Then one morning she was gone, never said a word
She went back to the man, it really is absurd
There’s a bottle on the table and a blonde in my bed
Woke up unhappy now its paradise instead
Never thought I’d see her, thought it was history
We had only dated, it was never she and me
Read in the paper that she had died
Yes it made me sad but I was not suprized
He had finally killed her, it was bound to be
Though I dearly loved her, it was he, not me.
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Copyright@Tom Dontigny
