Bestill my bowels    

Walking along the trails of life
I know that I don't need a wife
though I like it better when she's there
smiling and laughing without a care

I know I can't always please her so
maybe I'm just not that into dough
when career made her up'n' go
I said bye with the kiss i blow

It took us too long to mould this space
I won't give it up for a rat race
I left a big city a long time ago
I'm not going to move back ya gotta know

Got'a keep moving on, with or without you
that song brings a tear for it always rang true
my trails aren't the same but they're still my life
when all's said and done you'll still be my wife

Some people would cry out in horror with a hex
saying you can't be that way because she's your ex
my trail is my life and my story to say
you can make your story when you have a day

I'v learned to be tolerant of my own shortcomings
patient with others misinterpreting my drumming
I'v tried very long to open my heart and mind 
tobe a good soul and most importantly kind

I know that sometimes I can be a stick 
maybe even a bit of a drip
then again all us guys have a dīck 
with testosterone guiding the trip

i  learned  all bodies need an azzhole
so the waste  can be expelled 
so let the azzhole maintain contol
so you don't rupture the welds 

ŠThorbArt2006
originally  Posted: 3/14/2006 12:36:40 AM
rewritten with modifications  4/29/2006