Somehow

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Ken Collins

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SOMEHOW

 

 

I’ve got a wandering eye, hell, I’ve got a wandering brain.

No wonder that I drive the poor woman insane.

But somehow she’s still putting up with me.

 

I’ve got the sense of humor of a twelve-year old boy,

And I guess my greatest talent is being annoying.

But somehow she’s still putting up with me.

 

Now I’m not the neatest guy she could ever find,

I got this way of leaving half my stuff behind,

But that’s so if she wants to find me, she can’t fail,

All she’s gotta do is just follow the trail.

 

I’m two parts lazy and one part rude,

And she gives me that look if I say something crude,

But somehow she’s still putting up with me.

 

I say she’s hard of hearing, she says that I mumble,

But she’s right there to catch me any time that I stumble,

And somehow she’s still putting up with me.

 

I guess she’s right, I drink and smoke too much,

So I’m here to tell you that enough is enough.

I’m gonna make her a promise I know I can keep,

I’m never gonna drink again—in my sleep.

 

I guess I’ve got a tiny tendency to tease,

But I get my greatest pleasure out of trying to please.

Maybe that’s why she’s still putting up with me.

 

She’s the prettiest thing I think ever was made.

And if she really likes this song, I might even get—a laugh

Cause somehow she’s – I don’t understand it,

Somehow she’s—it’s a mystery to me.

Somehow she’s still putting up with me.

 

Ken Collins 2011

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Pink Robe Publishing

 

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