
Dixie woman, CELEBRATE/
with good BBQ!
At last. She might be/
the one when she asks YOU to /
dance out in public!
I’d never before/
gazed into the face of a/
Goddess. Now I have.
How do I say this/
goodbye? I don’t want to but/
know I’m supposed to.
Walking the aisles/
of Wal-Mart, she vanished, and /
there was no roll-back.
She wonders where her/
past choices have gotten her./
He smiles and stands up.
Could she ever think/
I’m confused about my path?/
I’m not a player?
I’m not a playah./
Really. I’m too insecure./
I try to be nice.
It’s fantastic* when/
she says that, because of you,/
she can be herself.
*OR
*means so much
*moves to tears