Thinkin: Damn thats Bad

Since i was bored and hurricane dennis sort of lost my attention and i really, really hate to read and MLB has sort of gone out of style with me (it ain't got nothin on the college game), i thought i'd just start typin to motor a few old minutes by. So this is what i came up with in a doo whoppy, countrified, i was out of things to do, sort of way.

Singin in lullaby’s
Pickin up the moon
Hoppin in the air
& Skippin on the rocks

Thinkin about her,
Shes got me doin things
I never thought I’d consider
Even doin before I met her.
Oh no.

Forgettin my head
Runnin out of style
Losin my mind
& Goin out of ight.

Thinkin about her,
Shes got me doin things
I never thought I’d consider
Even doin before I met her.
Oh brother.

Washin my clothes,
Pressin my shirts,
Cleanin out the jon,
Dustin inch by inch

Cuttin my nails,
Wonderin what to wear
Ironin my shirts
& Shinin my shoes.

Thinkin about her,
Shes got me doin things
I never thought I’d consider
Even doin before I met her.

Work that used to bring tears
And a whole lot of whine
Now has got me a smiling

And a askin for more.

Well, darn, that was shorter than i was hopin. Now that readin is really gonna make me cry. Darn twin. He should take summer class too. I'm gonna have to go back to I dunno stuff.