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A parson's wife I never thought I'd be, Attending bazaars, pouring tea. Not my style, woe is me. One day Art awoke and said to me, A minister I plan to be, How good am I, follow me! Oh God, I said, don't do this to me. What did I ever do to thee? I don't want this, why me? God, surely you don't want me. I'm going to fight, can't you see. It's Art who's seen the light, not me. Young and innocent I went. To my fate I was sent, On this adventure Art was bent. Studying and learning, Art did work, And in the background I did lurk. Like a puppet I did **** Raise six kids, scrimp and save, Go to church, feel like a slave. Don't rock the boat, here comes a wave! Break the mold, do your own thing, Said my conscience, on the wing. Be yourself, fly and sing. Belly dancing I took, to Art's delight. A rebel in a bra, that was my fight! I'd go but I'd kick and scratch and bite. Stereotyped I would never be. A woman should be free To be herself, like you and me. Now I'm happy, I've found my life. Here amongst the calm and strife, I'm a parson's wife.
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Jan 31, 2013
Jan 31, 2013 at 7:31 PM UTC
Parson's Wife
A parson's wife I never thought I'd be, Attending bazaars, pouring tea. Not my style, woe is me. One day Art awoke and said to me, A minister I plan to be, How good am I, follow me! Oh God, I said, don't do this to me. What did I ever do to thee? I don't want this, why me? God, surely you don't want me. I'm going to fight, can't you see. It's Art who's seen the light, not me. Young and innocent I went. To my fate I was sent, On this adventure Art was bent. Studying and learning, Art did work, And in the background I did lurk. Like a puppet I did **** Raise six kids, scrimp and save, Go to church, feel like a slave. Don't rock the boat, here comes a wave! Break the mold, do your own thing, Said my conscience, on the wing. Be yourself, fly and sing. Belly dancing I took, to Art's delight. A rebel in a bra, that was my fight! I'd go but I'd kick and scratch and bite. Stereotyped I would never be. A woman should be free To be herself, like you and me. Now I'm happy, I've found my life. Here amongst the calm and strife, I'm a parson's wife.
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Jan 31, 2013
Jan 31, 2013 at 7:31 PM UTC
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