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Married but Single
- Posted by: Vernon Brooks
- Created: December 6, 2016
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Married but Single
Open up the door, I need some fresh air,
Now move out the way, daylight, reappear.
No more hide and seek, nothing else to tweet,
Rug’s now fully drawn from under our feet.
I’ve been married but single for how many years,
Playing dollhouse with you through silent tears.
Couldn’t say we weren’t together under hot, thin roof.
Wearing a ring, there was just still no proof,
That I’d ever be happy save some lame excuse.
Shoulders to cry on, different dress sizes to try on,
I’ve been there, I swear, still nothing to rely on.
If all you girls need to lose much weight,
Don’t lose faith,
Wear MY married shoes go on your courting date.
I’ve been married but single for how many years,
Playing dollhouse with you through silent tears.
Couldn’t say we weren’t together under thin roof.
Wearing your ring there was just still no proof,
That I’d ever be happy save some lame excuse.
Now back to you boo, we seem not to have a clue.
Marriage is much more that just to say I do.
No more sleepless nights, and I know I am right.
Others also must know what’s up inside
I’ve been married but single for how many years,
Playing dollhouse with you through silent tears.
Couldn’t say we weren’t together under hot, thin roof.
Wearing a ring, there was just still no proof,
That I’d ever be happy save some lame excuse.
Call yourself a man, call me your woman,
But see, this is what I don’t understand.
Sometimes I’m here, you are there somewhere,
And I feel lonely like nobody cares.
I’ve been married but single for how many years,
Playing dollhouse with you through silent tears.
Couldn’t say we weren’t together under hot, thin roof.
Wearing a ring, there was just still no proof,
That I’d ever be happy save some lame excuse.
Let us cut it out, let us shout it out.
You and I know what we’re about.
Let’s not fool the crowd, we hit the road.
Well-wishers will need to know the code
I’ve been married but single for how many years,
Playing dollhouse with you through silent tears.
Couldn’t say we weren’t together under hot, thin roof.
Wearing a ring, there was just still no proof,
That I’d ever be happy save some lame excuse.
(REPEAT VERSES)
All Rights Reserved.
Author: Vernon Augustus Brooks.
Email: brooksvernon@hotmail.com.
Telephone 8762750959
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