she’s a country kinda girl in a city girl life; over thirty years later still grateful she’s my wife. she’s the one i wanna make up before we start a fight; she’s the one i wanna wake up in the middle of the night.
dislikes her name because it’s the kinda name she thinks is given to a southern girl, a straw between her teeth; but i declare that i would wear her name instead of mine, introduce her to my friends, the only one who turns these eyes.
she’s a country kinda girl doing city girl things; took us thirty years to silence those who said its just a fling. she’s the one i wanna make up before we start a fight; she’s the one i wanna wake up in the middle of the night.
and i would volunteer to be her waiter in the sky; bring her drinks and snacky things and soothe her fear to fly; and i would love just once to be the one to give her hair it's style, run my fingers through it, watch her break into a smile.
.she’s a country kinda girl wearin’ pretty girl clothes, underneath the covers what she wears, i can't disclose; yeah, she’s the one i wanna make up before we start a fight, she’s the one i wanna wake up in the middle of the night.
me you wouldn't have to pay to be the guy to sell her shoes, watch her strut her stuff buy or not, i couldn’t lose. and i declare i’m gonna wear my love for her all over me, and i would die before i’d bring her any kind of misery.
yes, any thing but thankfulness, that she’ll always wear my ring.
she’s a country kinda girl, walks in city girl shoes; over thirty years later, she’s the one that i still choose. she’s the one i wanna make up before we start a fight; she’s the one i wanna wake up in the middle of the night.
~
post script.
she is double nickels, and now even more beautiful than when i fell in love at sixteen!