My woman she likes to tug on my beard
She says it helps keep a handle on me
And I can see that
As long as she's gentle
I am a delicate thing
I only like the rough & tumble
When it's time to come & level up for the occasion
And so I'd say
That when I need some direction
My woman, she can tug on my beard
And I say to myself
"How'd I get so lucky?"
And my friends they all say
"Man, how'd you get so lucky?"
Well with Life I kissed the dice
And I rolled a natural 20
My woman she likes to drive
My woman she likes the sci fi
She drove us round 695 & down 29
To see Star Wars eight or nine times
But my woman she's got her rage
She's got opinions on lanes & Rey & orks
We blasted past soccer moms & swerving husbands
And we were screaming
"That's not how the Force works!!!"
My woman she's independent!
Kind of worried about singing "my woman" when she finally hears this
She's either gonna love it or she's gonna hate it
And if she hates it, no-one else will ever, ever, ever hear this...
Maybe if I gave her a solo?
Not one of those pizz parts that she hates but one with her bow?
So by way of preemptive apology
For accepted song forms with possessive terminology
Here we go with Kristen Jones on the cello!
My woman she just likes board games
No RPGs no PC games no TV sports no psychodrama
Scrabble yes, Paranoia no, she don't even care about Fallout... Fo'
She just don't play those games.
I rolled a natural 20
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