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Jul 2020
I wrote her name
On
The bottom of my shoes
Because she always let me be
Her rooster in the room
And when she calls
I always come
Crowing out her name
She loves it when we wake the neighbours
Time and time again
So I wrote her name
On
The bottom of my shoes

I wear my jeans
A bit too tight
That's when
She says
They fit me right
But I would wear
Most anything
To watch her smile
While I strut and sing
I'm her rooster
I'm her rooster
I'm her rooster in the room

And I Love the way
That she thinks
That I'm all that
And even a little bit more
I know nothing can come between us
If I keep both feet on the floor
Because I wrote her name
On
The bottom of my shoes
I'm her rooster
I'm her rooster
I'm her rooster in the room
Robert Andrews
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Robert Andrews  55/M
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