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Woke up in a fever,
Hotter than a pot belly stove.
Temperature risin',
Into the burnin' fire I dove.
My hair and eyebrows singed,
My heart and soul consumed by flames.
I learned my lesson well ...
Gonna stay away from those dames.
Yep, stayin' clear of those dames;
I've been burned one time too often.
Friend, if ya get too close,
You can get burned by the oven.
Stayin' clear of those dames;
Passin' time golfin' n' fishin'.
Ain't gettin' burned no more;
At least that's what I'm a wishin'.
Yep, I've made up my mind;
I'm stayin' away from women.
Ain't gettin' burned no more;
I'm happy golfin' n' fishin'.
Yeah, yeah, yeah ....
Ain't gettin' burned no more;
I just ain't gettin' burned no more.
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© Copyright 2009. All rights reserved.
Truman T. Tiger aka Richard H. Schaefer
Influenced by life's observations (and a few painful personal experiences)
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