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~BECKY'S BOOK 4~



Wrestling And Me By Becky (C) Sept 20, 1998



Wrestling, Wrestling, on the TV. Wrestling, Wrestling, is all that I see When he turns on that old picture tube I want to grab him and shape him into a cube All he sees is some blame macho thing Who can slam hardest, who gives the first sting And what do I see when I view the scene A whole bunch of hunks so pumped up and mean They stand there and holler, cuss and they scream What they will do if you dare come in the ring They even have women who come to the rope Who wiggle and strut, I just want to choke I look and I look and just know it is fake Sometimes he just sits there, can't stay awake But just let me turn it, he jumps up so fast Turn that thing back, his eyes they do blast I just can't help it I feel pinned to the wall So I just turn around and slink down the hall I turn on my puter, new company to find I head for the chat room, to greet my own kind But just let me mention a soap seen that day He rolls his eyes upward, Oh you know the way Though men think us simple cause we like to view What's happening in stories, but at least we all knew The stories we watch on the TV each day Are all made up and I just want to say I know the difference when I see a show But he will just sit there, his eyes all aglow And watch some fool all dresed up in pink tights Get picked up and thrown down to knock out his lights I hope you all know this is written in fun Don't worry, don't wonder, I still love you Hon.

belljoye





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