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Baroque - n Heart

You know they had to do it

I mean, you could see it from the start

You could see it wouldn't last long

They set the apple 'fore the cart

 

He was redneck country

Driving trucks and wearing jeans

She was old school classical

Jane Eyre type, a girl of means

 

Her family were descendants

His was only kin

He liked country fiddle

While she liked violin

 

She liked Bach and Handel

Vivaldi and Corelli

He liked Jones and Jennings

and thought Corelli was spaghetti

 

She spokes in terms of red and white

Meaning wine...and which to choose

To him one word was missing

And that word was the blues

 

Polar opposites at best

There was no other way to say

We couldn't see them ever lasting

One hour...'nor a day

 

She would listen to her Mozart

He...to Ronnie Dunn

They couldn't see it till it ended

We saw it from day one

 

Two divergent kinds of style

It was wrong right from the start

And in the end, when it was over

She had a truly, Baroque - n heart

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