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To
Make A Long Story Short
Brian
Burns - (C)opr. 2008 - Brian Burns Music (BMI)
Well,
I guess the whole thing started when she asked me if she
looked fat
in her new jeans, and I guess she didn’t want
an honest answer.
She spent the next few hours
givin’ me the silent treatment,
then she drug me off to Fort Worth to her family
reunion,
there accusing me of flirting with her cousin
from Miami
with the spike heels and the boob job, and in
front of everybody
she blew up and started yellin’, so I
turned and took off walkin’.
After awhile she
drove right by me and she gave me the finger…
No
matter what I do, I just can’t win for losin’,
and God knows I’m tired of listenin’ to her cuss and
carry on,
and the truth is, I don’t want to talk about it anymore;
to make a long story short, she’s gone.
Let
me tell you ‘bout the night last week I stopped here at
the beer joint
after work, and she was waitin’ by the
front door when I got home...
her and her oldest sister,
who’s on several medications,
kept me up till way past
daylight with a self-righteous lecture.
Well, far
be it from a guy like me to dwell on family problems,
hey, I’d never slap a woman, but you don’t bring up my
mama.
Her sister called the police, and the
neighbors saw the whole thing,
either while it was in
progress or that afternoon on TV…
No
matter what I do, I just can’t win for losin’,
and God knows I’m tired of listenin’ to her cuss and
carry on,
and the truth is, I don’t want to talk about it anymore;
to make a long story short, she’s gone.
Well, I love her, but I guess that doesn’t count for
much in her eyes,
and I know you didn’t really want to hear this much
about it,
so I’ll shut up now, except to say that if
she’d never listened
to her stupid friends, we never
would have had that many problems.
She don’t want
me stayin’ home, she don’t want me goin’ fishin’,
man, I
tell you indecision may or may not be her problem.
Did I mention it all started when she asked me if she
looked fat
in her new jeans? Well, I guess I didn’t
give it due reflection…
No
matter what I do, I just can’t win for losin’,
and I guess I shouldn’t blame her, hell, I’m better off
alone,
and the truth is, hey bartender, could you bring out one
more round?
To make a long story short, she’s gone.
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