My husband is kind, My husband is sweet, I am blind, And his name is Pete. He looks at me, I feel his nose, ‘You are my queen bee,’ ‘And you are my Garden hose.’ Sign in to see full entry.
He tells me he’s sick He tells me to go away All because, I wouldn’t let him play He took out his hand, And slapped me across the face, ‘Take that bitch, I do not want to feel your embrace.’ Sign in to see full entry.