The internet gave me a love of my own
High class from Toronto no less
Brunette brown eyes best lookin thing in a skirt
In a pair of cowboy boots
A no fuss woman said all men are the same
She's been hurt by some other man
The Karen Kain of line dancing, jump skip n' hop
An attitude like a train
Chorus:
But she's got poetry in motion at the pin ball machine
Just another queen of karaoke singing 'I fall to pieces'
She's my Value Village baby makin Canada proud
But I used to love her a lot
Verse:
She had that Lorena Bobbitt syndrom giddy and hot
And I was king of the hill
Till she drank all my money and half of the rent
On beer and Chinese restaurants
And when I told her I loved her she called me a liar
Then bonded with other women
The word sucker must be written all over my face
Hand me down my walkin cane
I think I'll shuffle out to old Vanier town
And head for the Playmate Saloon
Katrina will dance in her birthday suit
Sitting in the champagne room
Now if there's a moral to this story let it be told
the new gold digger's aren't old bearded men
She's a false hearted woman prowling the net
for a free grub steak when ever she can
So be wise to the new world of web Parasites
and make your T.V. remote your best friend
Control the flix movies and scenes that you like
it's cheap and won't cost you a cent
Paul Henry Dallaire
Paul Henry Pub.
SOCAN
U.S.Rep: ascap
Paul Henry Dallaire
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-used-to-love-her-a-lot/
