LYRIC
THE PROOF
(c) 2017, Christopher G. Moon – All Rights Reserved
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He aint no bowl of cherries
no walk in the park
his ignorance is blinding
it lights up the dark
He ain’t that real good looking
it takes 3 shots of gin
his mama even asked me once
what I see’s in him
CHORUS: Blind is love
and that’s the truth
Look at me
I am the proof.
His hair is like a kitchen mop
Nobody ever dried
His mind is extra crispy
As though its been French fried
His horse stampedes in terror
When he gets on to ride
I like to walk behind him
Cause that’s his better side
CHORUS: Blind is love
and that’s the truth
Look at me
I am the proof.
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