SOD'S LAW !
When the girl was born -
I hear on the grapevine -
that her mother was torn.
Said "She's anybody's but mine !"
Prophetic words were spoken,
she foretold a future time
when I would be awoken,
the girl's anybody's but mine !
The girls anybody's but mine !
Ah yes, anybody's you'll find.
Went around with every guy in town,
the girl's anybody's but mine !
A-SHOWY-RODEO-RIDER'S-WOMAN-
SHE-IS-NOT
Bucking bronco,
cowboy of the rodeo
you're all show.
She sees through.
Bucking bronco,
the girl's a no-go.
Drop your lasso
you yahoo !
BENEATH-THE-BEDLINEN-
DALLIES-HER-SORE-MOTHER
She used to be a young-lover,
but now the woman is a mother
who's like Sherlock Holmes, undercover.
She seeks evidence in the quarters
of her offspring; the bedroom that's her daughter's.
As did her own sore mum, will she find
lost-virginity a figment of her suspect-mind?
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