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A GUY WITH A BIG, RED, CONVERTIBLE
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COUNTRY POEMS Yep.
He's a guy with a big, red, convertible.
a guy with a big, red, convertible.
Hard to beat, he is.
A car with seat, he is. More than one.
A car where women can have fun in the sun.
A car the girls think is really neat.
The top goes pop,
then, they can see the sky.
They can see the world, flying by.
All the girls say, "wow."
They say "My oh my."
They all say "bye."
I stand there, and watch them, driving by.
I stand there, and watch them going by.
I stand there, and watch them going bye-bye.
I stand there, and I wonder.
I stand there, and I wonder why.
You see, I wonder, why it can't be me.
You see, I wonder, when it will be me.
A bullet in my heart.
My heart, into a million, billion, trillion,
pieces, smashing.
What a rat!
My negative thoughts are of him
hitting the hole of pot, and getting a flat.
My negative thoughts are of him
and his car crashing,
just like my heart smashing.
My teeth mashing.
He's a guy with a big, red, convertible.
A guy with a big, red, convertible.
I feel bad. I feel sad.
No, I don't have a car.
No, I don't have a car.
No, I-I know I am not gonna be a s-star.
No, I-I know I am not gonna, not gonna go f-far.
He's a guy with a big, red, convertible.
A guy with a big, red, convertible.
