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He wakes up at the crack of dawn, Smokes a pack a day, He likes a shot of whiskey; at the end of every day, The sink is never washed the way I like, My refrigerator has never been the same; He forgets his coat on the floor, He doesn't make seven figures a year, I would love to say I adore him in every way, But I don't think that every year when he forgets our anniversary, Most would have parted ways, But no, not me; He does a lot wrong, I'll never forget the day, He asked my brother at Christmas dinner, If he went either way, But I love that man, with everything inside of me, that I won't deny. I could never repay him for the right he does, Although there's more wrongs The way he holds me in bed, The way he's the first to make coffee, The way he puts my earrings away; He hands me a ***** tonic, He mows the lawn, He kicks my tires, Changes my oils at inconvenient times, I know he lost his watch, I bought for his birthday, But I could never repay the way he treats our son, The way he tries to braid our daughter's hair, The way after all these years he still whispers "I love you" in my ear, I don't care if he could ignore every Valentines day, I'll still love him for his rights.
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Feb 5, 2012
Feb 5, 2012 at 9:53 PM UTC
His Rights..
He wakes up at the crack of dawn, Smokes a pack a day, He likes a shot of whiskey; at the end of every day, The sink is never washed the way I like, My refrigerator has never been the same; He forgets his coat on the floor, He doesn't make seven figures a year, I would love to say I adore him in every way, But I don't think that every year when he forgets our anniversary, Most would have parted ways, But no, not me; He does a lot wrong, I'll never forget the day, He asked my brother at Christmas dinner, If he went either way, But I love that man, with everything inside of me, that I won't deny. I could never repay him for the right he does, Although there's more wrongs The way he holds me in bed, The way he's the first to make coffee, The way he puts my earrings away; He hands me a ***** tonic, He mows the lawn, He kicks my tires, Changes my oils at inconvenient times, I know he lost his watch, I bought for his birthday, But I could never repay the way he treats our son, The way he tries to braid our daughter's hair, The way after all these years he still whispers "I love you" in my ear, I don't care if he could ignore every Valentines day, I'll still love him for his rights.
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Feb 5, 2012
Feb 5, 2012 at 9:53 PM UTC
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