Six Guns

I was initially attracted to you, by a simple woven letter, I couldn't really see how, I could do any better. So we were high school sweethearts, lovers before school was through, and twelve great years later, I've still got a crush on you. You call me Wild Thing, or Babe just like one of your huns, And I call you Crash, but my favourite is Six Guns. When we are together, things always tend to happen, I end up laughing, animals end up crapping ! Remember the town in Texas, that cow sprayed you with diarrhoea ? Then there was the pigeons and the bats, seems to happen, year after year ! We love to travel together, love the beach and to dive, love it when we free fall, love it just being alive. You like your things in order, you are very neat and clean, not quite obsessive compulsive, but you know what I mean. You have really bad rhythm, when I get you on the floor, but when we're talking "The Naked Dance", ten out of ten, that's the score ! You really are a great guy, you have a special place in my heart, and absence makes that heart grow fonder, as we spend so much time apart. You have so many endearing qualities, you will help anyone at anytime, you make my life make sense, you put the words in my rhyme. So these lines are for you, Marty, I think that you're the best, and I'd just like to thank you, for all our years of happiness.

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Allen Jesson

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