Who does she think she is?
© Jaimey Perham 04/19/2010

I say, who does she think she is?
Drinking, and bringing that kiss,
Whenever, she wants you on her list.
She comes and goes like the wind,
Brings her bag of tricks from the devils den,
Would like to give her a piece of my fire, friend,
And send her straight back to Hell to the very end.
Ain’t no second chances when you mix drinks?
To send you straight into a trance right down the sink,
She could have my money; she could take that mink,
But one thing she won’t get is my consciousness soul link!
Going to get out of my cave, and find me a real true one,
A woman who loves me with all of her heart under the sun,
Someone who won’t turn the dial down on all my fun,
She is out there; I know she is, I will find her on my next run,
Wherever that may be I won’t know until my song is finally sung and done,
But I must keep moving forward and looking onward even if I have to move a ton,
She could be miles away; she could be right next door,
She could be in another country; she could be out on that dance floor,
So goodbye my dear wife,
And take back your back stabbing knife,
A final sendoff goodbye to my old life…