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She's thirty-eight married with kids
Never earned a college degree She used to say she was too young Now her excuse she's too old Her heart aches to move on. One night like many others Everyone in bed She relaxes with earphones to head Music quiets her soul Sits down with paper and pen. His words witty down to earth And ohhh that music warms the core John Taupin always knows what to say Helps the ideas flow like foreplay He has this special way. - Chorus Ohhhhh that music melts her heart Like chocolate kisses melting that music melts her heart. It would lift her self-esteem To meet him not in a dream She'd be happy just to shake his hand Wouldn't know what to say But would just listen and find her way. Copyright 2003 Laurencia J. Bourget
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