He was the kind of man
You could trust your wife with
Honourable and trustworthy
The perfect gentleman.
Maybe they took him for granted
Or trusted him too much.
He couldn't believe his luck
Finally he got a shot.
When asked what changed
He said he loved too much
More than life itself
everything else was a distraction.
He said he would **** for her
And he eventually did
The over bearing husband
That wouldn't treat her right.
Nov 26, 2012
Nov 26, 2012 at 12:24 PM UTC
He was the kind of man
You could trust your wife with
Honourable and trustworthy
The perfect gentleman.
Maybe they took him for granted
Or trusted him too much.
He couldn't believe his luck
Finally he got a shot.
When asked what changed
He said he loved too much
More than life itself
everything else was a distraction.
He said he would **** for her
And he eventually did
The over bearing husband
That wouldn't treat her right.
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