I used to have a man
His clothes hung up next to mine
His boots spilled onto the closet floor
I used to have a man
His pressed shirts were buttoned the top to the third.
Clean jeans, wrangler, in a row.
His relatives' pictures on our dresser from ancient days of past... rodeos and portraits of his mother and his dad.
I used to have a man
Tools, belts, pick up and cologne
I used to have a man
Now he's gone and I'm alone.
I used to have a man
Jul 21, 2020
Jul 21, 2020 at 7:47 PM UTC
I used to have a man
His clothes hung up next to mine
His boots spilled onto the closet floor
I used to have a man
His pressed shirts were buttoned the top to the third.
Clean jeans, wrangler, in a row.
His relatives' pictures on our dresser from ancient days of past... rodeos and portraits of his mother and his dad.
I used to have a man
Tools, belts, pick up and cologne
I used to have a man
Now he's gone and I'm alone.
I used to have a man
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