I could settle for this I know I could I could just Stay And settle for Flannal sheets And pancakes In the morning Every room Stuffed with kids I could fall For this Sittin' on the Front porch With a cold beer Watchin' him Push The little one On a swing I know myself And I could fall For a little while But then the nights Would go stale And I would tire of His porn mags In the master bath And I would get Sick of His friends sittin' Stoned On the couch And one night I know I would tire Of having no Real conversation At all And he would try And he would fail To make me settle DownBirth sign: Aquarius
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