I think you’re bossy
when you have to have the last say
and sometimes you don’t listen
but I love you anyway –
yeah, I love you anyway.
I think you’re bossy
when you have to have the last say
and sometimes you don’t listen
but I love you anyway –
yeah, I love you anyway.
Thanksgiving
you know where you stand with me –
my favorite
and you always will be.
Hello there,
to the Cali plates in front of me
on a blue
Dodge traveling on I-80
heading west.
I’m going to act brave.
I’m going to think I’m tall.
I’m not going to let you see
that I’m actually feeling small.
The sun is shining up above
it’s the perfect day to declare their love.
Dressed all in white
they are starting this journey right.
He was working in his shop that afternoon,
when she stopped by to tell him the news.
He gave her his best grin,
and asked her, “When?”
She looked at her feet then into his eyes
and told him, “Sometime in July.”
“Hello, my old friend!”
I say, “It’s good to see you again.”
She looks with wide eyes
and her slack-jaw says surprise.
It starts with a man and woman
making promises, dressed in white,
holding hands, exchanging rings.
The day is good, the day is right.