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The way she looked at me
and I am left without a doubt
That’s the way it was to be
She could make me sit, she could make me stand
She could make me cry like a child
She could make me lose the best poker hand
she could tame me or make me wild
Oh that woman will I ever be free
from the power she has over me
and just when I think I’m off the hook
she gives me one more look.
Copyright
..johnnyday 2011
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