I’m Say What I Mean And I Mean What I Say…Even The Last Part

I’m waitin’ for my check to be cut. And, once it’s in my hand, I’m gonna cash it and send most of it to my girl friend. I call her my girlfriend coz I want her to be my girl. I’ve known her for two years and I will do anything for her.

Anything.

Now, I have an agenda. My agenda, my motive, is to prove to her how much I care, that I will back all my pledges of devotion with action. In other words, I want her to know I mean what I say and, if I say I’ll do “it,” I’ll do “it.”

“It’s” not always easy but I always get “it” done.

Always.

So far.

I’ve lived long enough to know my girl may not want to be my girl. Long enough to know she may decide, at any moment, not to accept my help. I know, one day, she may say, “Thank you, no. Go help some one else.”

That’s okay.

Me gettin’ what I want has never been a requirement in my relationships.

It’s always nice but never necessary.

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About joefingas

I am a songwriter, poet, blues singer, and a boogie woogie piano player. I have a grandson but I have no children of my own. All my women have wised up and left me. I was a bum, a wino, a drug/alcohol counselor, a prevention/intervention specialist and a pretender. I have no more time to pretend.
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