All the women think I’m fine
All the women, when they see me, want me
I’m walkin’ down the street
They can’t get enough of me
I’m smilin’ my smile
They can’t get enough of me
I’m strutting my stuff
They can’t get enough of me
I’m drivin’ my short
They follow me down the road
Around the curves
Into the straightaway
They follow me wherever I go
I wanna get somethin’ to eat.
They’re there with their faces pressed against the window glass
I get home and there are three or four waitin’ for me
Two or three scramble in before I can git in and close the door
It’s a long night I gotta put in
It’s a long night takin’ care of ’em all
It’s a long night being me
All the women think I’m fine
That sounds exhausting! Lol.
For a few moments, I thought this was a “Danny” poem. It would have been so him.
I miss his posts.
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Yeah, I reckon I was influenced by Danny more than I thought.
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He was such a ladies’ …dog, and not shy about it in the least.
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Looking for some hot stuff baby this evening…
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Me too!
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Andrew, a woman should make a comment. 🤣 So here it is. I believed every word, knowing your life through your writing. You are some hunk of a guy! 📚🎶 Christine
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I am cool, aren’t I? I can’t believe how cool I am.
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🤣🎶🙄🎶😉
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Any chance of your sharing the name of your ‘strutting cologne’??? (NOT that I would know what the hell to do if it worked! 🙂
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My “strutting cologne” is vodka.
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It is so hard being you. My sympathies.
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Thank you, John. At long last someone knows how hard it is to be me.
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I know you have been underappreciated for years.
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Yup.
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