I never went to college to learn some fancy knowledge,
I go to church on Sunday and then to work on Monday
But life is hard when youíre dealt no cards,
All I want is to be with you.
You say Iím no good - that Iím a failure.
But what happened to all of the love that I gave you?
You say you want money or else you will leave me,
But I gave all I got, why donít you believe me?
Two cars in the driveway for you ainít enough,
Evíry day is a buy day, you donít have it so rough.
Two weeks at the seashore for you was a joke,
You spent a week in Las Vegas until we were broke.
Two rings that I gave you didnít last long,
They went to a pawn shop, got sold for a song.
You even hired a lawyer to file for divorce,
You used all our savings, there should be a law.
You keep asking for answers - thereís no more I can say,
Thereís no more to hand you, no more I can pay.
But if you want me to Ďrespondí,
Iíll still love you when youíre gone.
------- Author's Notes -------
This is pure fiction and I have music to go with it.
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