Deafie2005• Show poetry

Im michelle i live in sunny florida...yeah right...id like to say hi to all the ppl that matter to me- Cheryl~ i love you thanks for everything,kevin~wow you need to come down here way soon and ps-id date you too ,lina~ thanks for always being there.....I hope you enjoy my writings.....PS- im not new to ap this is just another name....check my other page - Chellebell

Here are  my favorite songs:

*Did I Shave My Legs for this today??*
Flowers and wine
Is what I thought I would find
When I came home from workin' tonight
Well now here I stand
Over this frying pan
And you want a cold one again

I bought these new heels
Did my nails
Had my hair done just right
I thought this new dress
Was a sure bet
For romance tonight

Well it's perfectly clear
Between the t.v. and beer
I won't get so much as a kiss
As I head for the door
I turn around to be sure
"Did I shave my legs for this?"

Now when we first met
You promised we'd get
A house on the hill with a pool
But this trailer stays wet
And we're swimming in debt
Now you want me to go back to school

I bought these new heels
Did my nails
Had my hair done just right
I thought this new dress
Was a sure bet
For romance tonight
Well it's perfectly clear
Between the t.v. and beer
I won't get so much as a kiss

As I head for the door
I turn around to be sure
"Did I shave my legs for this?
Darling, did I shave my legs for this?"

And my other favorite song:

*~STRAWBERRY WINE~*
(Matraca Berg, Gary Harrison)

He was working through college on my grandpa's farm.
I was thirsting for knowledge and he had a car.
I was caught somewhere between a woman and a child.
When one restless summer we found love growing wild.
On the banks of the river on a well beaten path.
It's funny how those memories they last.
Like strawberry wine and seventeen.
The hot July moon saw everything.
My first taste of love oh bittersweet.
Green on the vine.
Like strawberry wine.

I still remember when thirty was old.
And my biggest fear was September when he had to go.
A few cards and letters and one long distance call.
We drifted away like the leaves in the fall.
But year after year I come back to this place.
Just to remember the taste.
Of strawberry wine and seventeen.
The hot July moon saw everything.
My first taste of love oh bittersweet.
Green on the vine.
Like strawberry wine.

The fields have grown over now.
Years since they've seen the plow.
There's nothing time hasn't touched.
Is it really him or the loss of my innocence.
I've been missing so much.
Like strawberry wine and seventeen.
The hot July moon saw everything.
My first taste of love oh bittersweet.
Green on the vine.
Like strawberry wine.