• This is what happens when I'm supposed to be writing a 5 page paper. Music: Think Western Swing-y I guess ============ She was nineteen She was blind She could make you any kind of pie But they all taste the same They all taste like turpentine She’d take ‘em to her neighbor That mailbox down the street He’s quite a skinny boy But, lord he sure can eat And she loved him so Even though he had no feet Yeah, her hearts aglow For the little boy who doesn’t speak One cold February She made him cherry pie It tasted like Pine-Sol mixed with iodine But it didn’t matter He liked it just as well But she had to feed him ‘Cause he can’t do it himself The boy has no arms He just stands there in the cold She always wondered why He just sits there in the snow Then one Friday morning She heard the wheels of a van A woman came out and stood next to her man So she punched her in the shoulder Called that lady a fat ox Said the lady, “I’m just putting this package in the box” Oh, there’s hell to pay He’s been cheating on the girl Yeah, she tried to fight Fell right off the street curb She got a concussion Blood puddles on the ice Didn’t make it to the doctor’s Before she lost her life And that girl died young Right next to her wooden guy He couldn’t move He could only watch her die He stayed there forever Always standing by her side

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